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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12 comments

  1. summer with monika · · Reply

    I believe God can and does use anything God chooses to get our attention.

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    1. Could be. We’re awfully distractible as a species, so perhaps divine intervention is necessary. I see we share the pronoun hesitation. Good for us. 🙂

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  2. Poetry is the art of trying to say the unsayable in a way that is life-affirming, commiserating, creating of community to/with/for others–at its best, poetry transcends the “words” of ego, and participates with utmost humility in a language (ever so rare) that is very much worth something…

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    1. Can’t we set a lower bar? 🙂

      Just kidding. I hear and agree with you. Thankfully, falling short is also part of the human endeavor.

      I love that how a poem lands is a form of communion — or missed communion — between writer and reader, that another person is necessary to complete its possibilities. I think that’s true of all forms of art. And at the same time, it’s satisfying to create with one’s whole heart and whole mind, regardless of how the result is received.

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      1. Oh, yes. The operative word here is *trying*. 😂

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        1. Absolutely.

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  3. Very nice, Cate. Keep on keeping on. 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Russ! I shall.

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  4. What a beautiful, lovely, thought provoking poem. Thank you so much.

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    1. You’re welcome! I’m so glad it landed well for you.

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  5. “sometimes be wordless,” indeed. According to Lao-tse, nothing that can be said in words is worth saying. It’s something to bear in mind, all the more so for us poetical types…

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    1. Indeed. Yet somehow we both believe Lao-tse and persist with words. Our curse and our blessing — or maybe just our egos.

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