What God said

I awoke this morning without
words. Wordless, I might witness
a fawn dance the dew-wet grass,
a prickly pear blossom yellow as
the sun it worships.

Instead, I retrieved words
to speak to you.

You are that important.

Now.  What was it?

I hate it when I forget what God
whispers in my ear, but God
just laughs.  God’s like that.

Sure, I tell God, it’s all fun and
games until someone can’t
commit to a pronoun.

Anyway, I think I meant
to tell you nothing
is wrong, that it’s all
a matter of perspective.

Step back a little and it gets easier.
Step back a lot and you’re nothing but
a gnat on God’s vast leathery flank,
a mote in that great omniscient eye.

Though I meant to be more uplifting:
a butterfly, maybe;  a glint.
You say which;
that much I know.

Anyway, you are here for a time.
Maybe none of it’s real;
maybe all of it.

Often, you will be confused;
sometimes, delighted;
other times, broken.

God whispers
in your ear something
you can’t remember.

Soon you will be confused again.

I meant to say it’s all OK:
Even a lugubrious sun
hoists itself over the horizon.

Do that.

There’s always the fawn,
the prickly pear.

Sometimes be wordless.

Don’t forget to laugh.

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