Kneeling, I cower
Seeing my merciless Lord
Looking down on me.
I sit, still surprised
At witnessing His greatness,
Oh so fortunate,
To be permitted
In the sanctum sanctorum
of His holiness.
My lips are eager,
But cautiously, taking in
The scent of His feet,
They plant tenderly,
On His wrinkled skin kisses,
Kisses more and more.
Losing my own self,
Forgetting the universe,
Immersed in worship,
My hands in fondness,
Move up His body of stone,
Wishing to please Him.
All fervent prayers
Are at last answered, when my
Deity shudders,
As my tongue reaches
The root of that blessed fountain
Which seeds all of life.