You don’t have to believe in angels
to trust you live accompanied,
a creature in a meadow of creatures
linked body and soul,
as the planet of you
orbits in a field of gravities,
loves unseen
that lean and draw,
turn and pull
and gleam,
that know you,
walking with you even on this street,
prophets, neighbors, seers,
your ancestors, amazed and confident,
your other selves,
silently conferring,
even, yes, here along side you
in trust and wonder
your children’s children,
and indeed, breathing with you,
something, or since God is not a thing,
someone of God.
Better not to concoct exotic beings
than to imagine
the Holy
broken
into bits
of loneliness.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
July 9, 2019