Watching God:

Visionarie Kindness Chronicles

One of these days you wanna find God
pull God out of Nowhere
sit with God on the furniture
wipe out cob-webs
sniff the blueberry trees
let the wounds/ widespread/open
the wounded whole world-open

crawl out of a hole/think I found God
sing an exploding prayer
blown down doors to be safe
carpets/the blood is fresh
altar/ our knees are there

satisfied we dare not drum
over death/the student that did
not make it home/
the mother scrapping cans to feed
the preacher/ preach out empty seats

One of these days when you find God
you’ll know

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