It feels like a good time to just start sharing some poems with you all. Something brief, perhaps contemplative or something like it. This one is a bit queer, a bit spirit, a bit earth, a bit love… all of which feels urgent . Hope you might find something worth carrying with you today.
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All We Have of God
t.r.h. blue
If all we have of God is
the earth we stand on, the
water that covers it and
makes trees to grow,
and one another,
I believe it is enough.
Who is God if not the
divinity that courses through
everything that lives?
Please do not tell me love
is not inherently holy.
I learn God through mine every day.
I learn God through this longing:
to be closer, to know, to touch,
to understand. An aching
to be nearer yet, nearer yet. This,
I have come to think, is what
it feels like to pray.
I did not know what it meant to
feel the peace of God,
until I, curled up beside the
woman I love, felt the sun of
her presence, felt the soft
humanity of her skin, felt my body
exhale. (My need to move, to always
move, let out a deep sigh and
closed its heavy eyes.)
They say the love of God must be
held with fear and trembling, and
for years I thought it meant to
shrink, to hide. Now, I
consider my mortality; that I will, yes,
I will die, and so will she, and that
nothing, nothing, scares me more.
Still, what can I do but love her wholly?
To love her: Holy.
(Why bother to
argue the details?)
So beautiful.
What a stunning piece !