Why yes, God does loves you
Has from the very beginning
After all he's the author of life
Knows how your book will read and end

He's been around from chapter one
Following along your story line
Of course along with you he's written a few chapters too
Knew at the time you wouldn't mind

But he's only the Holy Ghost writer
As he's handed you reign of the pen
Where your free to jot down your own ideas
Whether or not they will include him

Though he's told you how your book can prosper
#1 on the best sellers list
He's written the manual, we call it the Bible
You should add it to your reading list

Then as you continue your life's novel
Make sure this time that you do
In the rest of the chapters that follow
Include why yes, God does loves you

My secrets are the size of
Planets. They smell of diesel
And magnolia, and
They fire at the inside of
My heart with nuclear arrows
The size of a toddler's
Intentions towards a
Crying mother, flowers in tiny
Hand and all.

Poetry like a raging river
Dividing and reuniting
Around rocks as if
Nothing.

Some sentences make me want
To touch each word, feeling  
The braille soul-matter
Beneath each pixel.

Norwegian sun on rooftopped
Reader; beads of sweat fall on
My touch screen
That I

Wipe off carefully in order
To read
Just one
More.

May the same sun warm the
Core of your poet's soul.
May none of the stars
On your night sky of

Creativity
Ever
Even
Fade.