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Sep 2020
Do you long for proof of the Something greater;
do you create weird ways to test Its existence?
or do you wonder if a Divine Source also waits,
hopes, desires your seeking;
that perhaps the Spirit has the same longing
for a real-life friendship with you,
so that It too may forever know its existence
through your desperate need for rock solid evidence.

If you’re anything like me,
every now and then you’ll perform little reality tests to verify,
to gather proof whether or not the One exists,
so you try a human hook-up with the Unknowable,
try to prove a certainty of the Divine;
you wonder is it possible that in your seeking undying friendship,
a long-awaited pact of love is embraced by a Benevolent Source.

Sounds crazy,
still, what is happening when I gaze at the handmade angel,
with the pinecone body and milkweed husk wings,
as it spins slowly on a filament,
from the light at the center of my bedroom ceiling,
rotating with the slightest breeze while I pray,
“Please angel, stop circling and face me,
assure me the Great Spirit is here in this moment.”

And she does. . . sometimes.
P E Kaplan
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P E Kaplan  Belfast, Maine
(Belfast, Maine)   
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