Divine

Hear me call

Listen. 

Feel my support all

around. 

Sense and know

I am. 

~~~~~~

Through dancing tongues of fire

I am there. 

In the coolness of stone against skin

I am there. 

Flowing on waves of sound

I am there. 

Taught to seek me in buildings and books

Given one name to know with rules to obey. 

Yet you knew…

…not me. 

That was their version of who they wanted me to be,

who they needed me to be. 

But you knew. 

You left to seek and find

Not knowing if you’d return. 

Your pain blinding from what you already knew. 

I am there

in moments of giving. 

I am there

when you slow to pleasure. 

I am there

in community, conversations, and conflicts. 

I am there. 

You never had to go and find

Because I am there. 

Here. 

~~~~~~

God is Dead. 

The god of yesteryear. 

The god of my father, of my mother,

of all the ancestors that came before. 

Dead. 

And you are Alive. 

Alive in moments - strung

together on flimsy

wire - barely holding 

on -

Sometimes. 

Moments of magic,

Moments of mystery,

Moments of muse. 

The wire is thin yet

strong. Connecting all

to all - finding

you. 

Life and death - connected

together. Beauty and pain. 

Wire is god. 

~~~~~~~

Grieve - yes - let it out

Scream, yell and kick your legs. 

You were lied to.

Forever. 

If pheasants were pleasant

and mothers were pluckers

Then pleasant mothers 

Would pluck pheasants.

Forever. 

We all tell ourselves

the stories we need

Even when we don’t 

realize the need 

And when they work we

celebrate

But when they don’t

We die. 

Killed by our shame

that buries us in the ground. 

Overtaken by those 

“woulda, shoulda, coulda” voices

Silence is better if we are dead. 

I’ll be able to rest then at least. 

Write a new story. 

One that gives space 

for the singing of birds

the wind through newly naked branches

the melodies of chimes. 

Write it new and give 

new life to you. 

Forever. 

Image by Jung-Hua Liu