Well Connected

I am well connected
Though I’m not well heeled.
I manage to get to places
Of power, magic and the surreal.
Meeting wonderful people,
Who have become my friends,
Letters, calls and prayers
Flow back and forth to the very ends.
It feels so good to know
That I’m welcome in hearths widespread.
That on a warm starlit night
I can simply roll out my bed.
And drink up the beauty
That everywhere abounds,
While shooting stars deliver inspiration
That penetrates the ground.

We, too, are weavers of webs,
Bringers of the light
Ancient faces of the familiar
Fragrances of delight.
I fill my cup with Earth’s elixir
And drink this sweet, melancholy brew.
I’ll fill that cup again and again
Before this journey’s through.
And when I am done,
I’ll lay a thousand bouquets
At the foot of God’s good throne.
Slip off the robes of this ebbing life
And fly my way back home.