I took a walk with God tonite.
She was as bright and lovely as the streetlights, as misty and ominious as the nightly grass, and as beautiful as the stars.
Sometimes she liked to be like the constellations, sometimes she liked to be like him, but this night- they all had embraced. I never would have to let that go.
I took a drive with God. We sang to the top of our lungs; all of our little love songs. It sounded like death- slashing strings, clashing cymbals, and vicious vocals- but we knew it to be peace. We talked of our horrible driving as we let our hand steer the wheel. The silence between songs was welcomed, *****, and nothing more than yearned for. We filled it with lovely daydream.
I took a chance with God. I looked up and heard the wisdom in their name every day. I cashed in my faith, I let go the err to the air, and I offered and reached for hands in hopes they'd take it too. I followed his lead and weathered his storm and I found calm between. A sailor whistling with each and every wave.
Part of God died what feel like some decade ago.
She my loss, my gain, my grief, my strife, my pain.
My lack of spirit,
my loving endearance.
She- my determination, my heart, my unwavering image.
My mother.
My child.
He- my north star, my guardian angel, my astral shepherd.
My father.
My wild.
It- my compass and my map and my path stained with tears.
My mind.
My truth.
My guide to divine.
Stood alone, I hear it, I taste it, I smell it, I see it, I feel it.
They- my love, my family, my word, my God, my soul-
but entirely,
my self.