Oh God
You know all of my human love
packs up and
runs in Your direction
because
before anyone saw me You did and
wanna know how You make me feel?
You make me feel
like I am more
than skin
and hair
and teeth
and
string
[I know You
wouldn’t
leave
for anything]
Oh God
You make me feel
like a painting
You are painting
where Your wrists are quick
to cover my mistakes with thick pigment
I cannot
take off of
me
Oh my God,
You make me feel
like that hole in my
soul
the one
I mourned over is
really the Ark of the Covenant
and there are
angels
on my shoulders
worshipping
the spirit in
me so I won’t grieve
the
emptiness
knowing
it is not a
desert but your
master
bed
room.
When I’m with You,
You make me feel like I’m on some kind of
other planet
where evil is just a memory like
reruns caught up
and
flashing through a
TV screen
and nothing that
lashes
and dashes out
from behind the china cabinet can
make me scream
“ghost”
again
[but evil is in the dirt
and the sidewalks are paved with evil stones
and there is a kind of
spiritual arson
that follows me
home]
Oh God
even though You don’t
take me out
of the world
You make me feel
like the world
is all but
nothing
and I
am
everything
to
You.