I’ve spent most of my life trying
to feel God
I wonder now if maybe
I’ve been overcomplicating it all
a bit
today I felt God in the
warm April wind
on my tired face
and the sunlight that meets
my cold grey skin after
six months of winter
is that not the kiss of God Herself?
when I close my eyes and sway in
a hammock slung
between hardware-store chains
are not Her gentle arms rocking me like a child
under the arching trees?
I’ve spent most of my life trying
to feel God
perhaps all along She was as close
as my own skin
obscured only by my refusal to rest
published April 16, 2016
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