Joy Is Not a Crumb Trail

 Joy is not a crumb trail God leaves 
for the precious chosen, 
but, rather, an ocean 
flowing from the Spirit 
to drench anyone who dives in 
for an ecstatic swim. 

So, flood me Good Friend 
then as I flow homeward 
I will befriend
anyone foolish enough    
to try and rescue me. 

As I follow your flow 
to a far shore 
for You promised a meal.

All saints surrendered 
to your siren song
to the seduction of your “beloved.”