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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Through Dust, and Time

It was there –
Under the mountain,
bits of parchment
and a river of
ink, and feathers and
crowns – a liquid fire
that burned.
We put stones in our pockets,
bones of mountain and earth,
tasting of thunder;
we walked through dust
and time
to here:
to now.

You captured the blue
of sky and
cornflowers,
and wove them with the sun.
Ten thousand threads
and ten thousand more,
together with bits of cloth;
It unfolded in
supple billows,
lifted by an updraft,
catching in the branches of a tree,
Leaf-laden,
Limned in light.

We left it where it lay,
A cloth of wondrous beauty,
A tree of life.
Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh
We sang,
A song of praise
and binding
and joy.