I’m too weak to touch
Who stands in light before me
Are you illusion
So I breath shallow
Contemplating the deep drink
Of consecration
I’m too weak to touch
Who stands in light before me
Are you illusion
So I breath shallow
Contemplating the deep drink
Of consecration
LisaRosier.com 
Wowza, this is good–and so relate-able.
Thank you. And I like that word, “wowza.”
I’m so glad you do (chuckling)–it’s a 100% sincere spontaneous utterance when I read great poetry/posts.