Dripping My Divinity

I was Watching
the Season Finale
of a Beloved
Television Sit-Com.

Love Was Re-Ignited
Between Alienated
Paramours,
Un-Coupled Soulmates
Coupled Again,
Un-Paired Hearts,
Re-Paired With
Sloppy Affection.

Un-Friended Members of
Childhood Tribes,
Drawn Together Again
By Cords Made of
Re-Membered Hi-Jinks.

Then I Clicked To
a Scene of a Chapel,
In a Place
Hollowed from
Quivering Aspens,
Leaning Over
To Kiss a Mountain Stream Still
Ferrying Aspen Leaves To
Their Next Stop.

In the Chapel,
Families With Uplifted Arms
Legs Folded
Into Meditation Mantras.

I Asked My Maker,
Who Is Always With Me,
In Which of These Ensembles
Will I Be Closest To You?

She Said

You Choose.

They Are All Dripping
My Divinity,

(Photo by PJH; UnSplash)