Through the Narrow Door

I saw it coming, like New morning in May, when I ventured out, and hugged the air - For the universe was waiting, while Its pool of plenty said, breathe I then sought the Almighty, who Boost everyone's battery From booze as drugs, and Toys, like pseudo joy. I vowed to submit to life refreshed To crave such natural high I would need no other fix Just one touch, like Holy Spirit dew of spring rain Giving garden growth, to a lifeless flower. *