Love Letter 209 Make it Personal

in your precious rental

of this luminous body

you have found God

sleeping on a sidewalk

with a vestige of gin

and he has taken from his blanket

a scrap

to blow his nose

and wash his face

...is this your God?

of course it is

and stubborn as the hemming of a haw

the day nibbles at your kismet tongue

with a wire toothed comb, until all your taste buds

have forgotten the halo of honey

and you begin

gnawing at my world

while I sit

feet crossed

in a park which has no fountains

and I keep on writing even as you talk

is this your God?

and sometimes

you shoot at birds

and kill bugs

is this your God?

and sometimes you talk about weather

complaining, or desiring something else

is this your God?

and sometimes you point at strangers moving differently than you

and sometimes

you volunteer the truth

and sometimes

you rub against the cobwebs of your mother's youth

is this your God?

when will the lights be turned on?

you have been living this long.

look around

there are still more switches to flick

then this light house

can be your God

and see

that everything

for miles and beyond

is holy, luminous and God

this freedom

is the Beloved

gardening your heart

oil and will and sturdy containers which pour

are good here

the voice

is your own

gather, believe and pour

YOU ARE GOD

I Love You

Your Beloved