Slugs

I'm through with my fear of the slugs,
their slime does my spirit no harm.
They look up at me with their glistening length and I think,
"Oh, how soft, sweet, and warm!"
I no longer see dirt on my skin,
the muck muddles me not at all.
They speak in a language that cannot be known,
their stories leave me proud and tall.
No more will I hide the great beauty
That I feel without and within.
I'm blessed beyond measure and will work to spread
the sweet love that each new day wins.