I’ve found God in weariness
I’ve found God in old smells
The feel of sheets of paper
everyday and tolerant
I’ve found God
In chapped lips
Goddess songs and Sunday school
The complexities of a friend’s body
The labyrinth of a man’s heart
I’ve found God.
A moment here,
A whisper there
A little girl, angry with life
A blanket
In need of a wash
Dinners and conversations
Drinks and cigarettes
Tasting like God
Tasting of God’s sweat
I’ve found God
Still looking, always
Still waiting
And God is still hiding
Somewhere,
manywhere
5 comments:
a friend of mine once wrote this of god...
god is
how to be
when we've finally done doing
god is
your hope
when you're down to your last four letters
your love
when you've got none left at all
love your work......
x
Kate, I love this, feel it too, he is always hiding, but always there..somehow thats important :)
hope you're ok, Katie, x
Paul, that is so powerful what your friend wrote... "finally done doing"... ahhhh wouldn't life be beautiful? it makes me picture a garden somewhere, gorgeous and quiet, where all you can do is lay in the grass and listen. why must life always be so full of doings??
Katie, i agree about him always hiding-- like Aslan a bit, not a tame lion. i'm well thanks, a bit overwhelmed... haha. i hope you are well!!
agreed... also, i forgot to say i love the idea of finding god in old smells.... am sure that's the only place god finds me!
Thanks for the comment! I look forward to meeting you next month. :)
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