|Riding the Universe (or maybe the universe is riding me?)|
This is my body. Yes. This is my body,
The one I came in with, the one that leaves with me,
Five decades living inside this body, living in it
As it stretched and grew to become THIS shell,
THIS enclosure I live in. Sometimes I hate it.
Sometimes it serves me well. "This is my body".
Imagine Christ on that final night, acknowledging,
Claiming the shell as his own as he prepared to
Leave it behind. This is my body.
How powerful it is to say those words.
This is my body, mine to treat well, mine to abuse,
Mine to live in, my home in this life.
This is my body, I claim it, my body,
Mine for the rest of my days.