and this is reverence

choosing to ornament herself and

stand still for admiration,

she knows she cannot claim the praise but

revels in it despite that fact: 

because she is only human after all. and

people have limits

adorned with silver and stones:

tender rise,  cloudless hollow

you proclaim a miracle

so do flowers dress the chancel.

illuminated from a source unseen:

lush abyss, supple junction,

you elevate the familiar

so is water consecrated.

there are those who look away.  of course.                   

of course there are the faithless.

those who marvel at the divine

stop in her low cut blouse

because we are only human after all. 

                                                                       photo by Markus Hutnak--Thank you!