Awe

Detached, yet we are one.
To bring you joy is my soul desire.
Giving, I need nothing in return.
Myself in you is matched
To be refined by fire.

Emptying myself, I am filled
My cup overflows;
Love is here.
In this moment, tears spill,
Awe this soul now knows.

© 2014, Sarah S. Walters

“The fear of Hashem is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.” Proverbs 1:7