is this the way:

that we are boxed bodies

smiling from our rears

in pretense that our fronts aren't gleeful?

We are frightened containers

afraid of the gift our bodies are

the Gift we dare not claim.

What joy we'd bare!

What guilt our souls would cast aside

if there were a Yes

to all the poop the Lord released

to ev'ry drop of funky sweat

to all that bonds us to this flesh

to all the Kingdom's rejoicing over it

forever and ever amen!