Every moment you tread on the Divine’s cheek
O sweet child!
You know. Deep in your silent heart, you know
It won’t speak
Submerged in patience, it waits for you
Before the drops of doubt rain down
and the cloud of ignorance cuffs you in chains of falsity
dive in and discover, my sweet child.
O my faithful,
I know you’re in there
I feel your presence
Show me your face
So I may embrace you
For years you have flowed
In my tears, fears, and angst
Reminding me I’m a tenant
In your home, I carry for you
Show me you’re real and true
By coming out into the open
Let’s walk together to the gate
Where we may embrace
and return to our freedoms
Your land has many paths
My feet are tired, my shoes worn
I promise to one day return
To take you to my freedom
and ask bliss to cleanse your deeds
Like a lonely succulent carrying the only treasure, water,
amid swathes of dusty powder that grows into Martian mountains,
in fields of the dead and dying.
For sweet nectarine bubbles to emerge from pores of what we wear.
A living garment guarding the temple where we are resurrected.