WHAT MAKES ME LOVE HER by karen marie christa minns

Without knowing a single thing
about Sufis,
whirling dervishes, shamanic drumming,
or the Ghost Dance,
She is drawn
into the circle;
Eyes tilted
toward Heaven;
Heeding
Holy Whispers;
Head
thrown back, pacing;
A full-blown Ecstacy
bringing on the Visions,
touched
by a Presence
of her God.