i saw God today
languished against a filthy wall in a back alley
alone and barren of spirit
enthusiasm wet His lips as
alcohol fired His throat.
He said nothing; figured no one would hear what He had to say
nor take what He had to offer
unaware i was ready and willing to receive
but i did not know how to communicate with Him.
i saw God today
She cowered in a deserted doorway, invisible in Her actions
filled Her needle with prayers
tightened Her divine trappings injected Her arm
replaced the worship of the old tradition,
ancestral voices echoed inside her head
She lived in secondhand ecstasy, Her forgottenness.
She spoke to Herself; she did not know i could understand
but i did not know how to meet Her.
I saw God today
Splayed across the sky as the sun rises
a timelessness forgotten in daily schedules
humankind asleep to the birth of this day's mystery
I knew how to communicate with my eyes,
my heart, and my pen.
1 comment:
It is much easier to write people off and project our feelings of fear onto a socially accepted scapegoat.
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