But Today. Now.

Another blesséd day. Punctually clothed. 

Receiver of all Your Fatherly 

beneficence,

Your furs
and wings
and iridescent petals.

Universal donor. Is it all there, in the details? 

In what we are embarrassed, in our own sophistication, to name? 

But I want to be wowed.
Not just at the altar, in a wedding dress, 

but today. Now.

(July 21)
Ref. "Love Calls Us to the Things of This World", by Richard Wilbur