I tilt my face warmthward,
Chin slightly closer to the sun.
I don't know if I still believe in God.
Sometimes my soul rages with the question.
Sometimes it floods.
I am at a loss.
What to do with all the wind and water?
"Be still and know that I am God,"
Or don't know.
Be still and one at a time, take each impossible breath
Lean away from the wrenching paradoxes.
God or no God,
I've been allowed a moment without allegiance,
A moment free to not care I have no understanding.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
I tilt my face warmthward,
Chin slightly closer to the sun.
I don't know if I still believe in God.
Sometimes my soul rages with the question.
Sometimes it floods.
I am at a loss.
What to do with all the wind and water?
"Be still and know that I am God,"
Or don't know.
Be still and one at a time, take each impossible breath
Lean away from the wrenching paradoxes.
God or no God,
I've been allowed a moment without allegiance,
A moment free to not care I have no understanding.
Written July 11, 2012