Curving toward the center

I crawl out of bed to give you praise,
to worship the infinite God
who is my still-warm bed
who is the pillow, lovingly pressed
who is the carpet I just walked on
who is the chair that takes my weight
who is my breathing as I breathe in and out your praise
who is the sounds of praise, the words of praise
as well as the object of that praise, to which all praise is directed –
Everywhere God:
I slept on God to walk upon God, to sit upon God,
to breathe in God, using God to praise God
as infinity continues on

© Meisaan Chan