How events alter perspective *
Life is a favor, a wrap of gifts- a mountain pass, a tornado tail, a giant finger twirling daffodils,
life’s a beat, the pulse of temples in skins everywhere: we don’t know each other, we are the tamed songs we cry in the sleep we sleep after we eat for the day, or work;
life’s a garden of rocks & bud, of breaking sky, of starlit black, of moons of Jupiter I will never meet, just see from here, from this my place in space, and I pray when Im nudged to peer into His Name I find written in my fingertips;
Life is Light, pursuing the dark in my cellars where I hoard dusks and twilight – here I stock my doubts & negligence of Light; & here I stalk prayers I hid from the sun, the Son of God, Light of the world –
cuz we were made to rise again and again, like Whispers from Sacred DNA returning me to Him-
every event turns me to Him
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