You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.

I need not ask.
I open to receive.

You turn the bucket of me
right side up.

When you fill me with your golden fire,
you stretch my edges wide
and this -- my ecstasy.

I breathe and grow into my new skin.

Is there no end to this?
One part of me cries out--please stop!

Another part sings
with grand crescendos.