Illumination

Sometimes I feel
like the word
Love
is too often
used with the
imprecision of a
commonplace,
like “what
shall we have
for lunch?”

Then I remember
I know precisely
what I mean
when I say
I love
Redbone doing
“Come and Get Your Love”
to open
Guardians of the Galaxy.

Which, in turn,
makes me
rejoice
when
illumination dawns
that we are
eternal Emissaries
of The Creator,
divine Volunteers,

sent out to
play
the extreme
sports, and
practice
the precise arts,
of Loving
All That Is.

Wait.
Does that
make us
Guardians of the Galaxy?