Awe

Awe
By Jonathan Bennett

Listen for the sound of that one voice crying for
Us to realize our lover, wrestler, friend, and foe
Who calls us to wonder that we are worth a thought
Even when we mortals are not mindful of them.

Look through eyes of one who cannot help seeing how
Precious we, the sparrow, fig tree, our neighbor are
Even as we price them, sell them in the market
Ignorant that we pay in currency of stars.

Feel the embrace of wind on naked flesh alone
While hands that touch and lips that kiss give a wide berth
As they turn their heads and stop their ears to your cries
Of mad passion's ecstasy from Spirit's rapture.