The Divine

What is this reality we have found?

To what world are we bound?

This place.

Where we feel the warmth of joy.

The cold in pain.

Every damn day.

Is there more? Or are we broken?

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Why do we seek?

Why do we question?

Is this our own deception?

What is breath?

What is spirit?

Lies of our own conception?

Perhaps, the divine is more than our perception.

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When did we know?

When we were alone.

When the burning bush spoke.

When the fire formed pillars and smoke.

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The divine.

I see you reaching toward me.

I feel you moving with me.

I taste you in the summer rain.

I smell you in the coming storm.

I hear you in the peace before.

Is this how souls are formed?

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The divine.

Is it God or our arrival?

Are we the fallen from the bible?

When I gaze up, I see our lives before.

Before we entered this sleep.

Before we entered this dream.

We are as many and as bright as those stars we see.

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The divine.

You are not a place out there.

You are not the pews, the pulpit, or some constructed edifice.

You are the rise of a chorus.

You are praises and prayers.

You are laughter and tears.

You are passion and fear.

You are revival.

Our survival.

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The divine.

Your greatest gift to me.

Her voice, the song of my dream. Her touch, a life that haunts me.

The stars. The moon. Our dance in twilight.

Was this your design? Or a spark of starlight?

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The divine.

How do we find your beacon? The green light over the ocean.

A voice.

A touch.

A presence that says you are enough.

Enough to be loved.

To be chosen.

No matter how broken.

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The divine.

This essence I feel but cannot see.

How do I open my gaze and break free?

Be still and listen to what speaks.

The wind, the trees, the birds, and the crawly things.

Who among them do I see?

Who created all these things?

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The divine.

Who do you say that I am?

No child of a church.

No child of the earth.

A child of rebirth.

Back to spirit.

Back to breath.

In death, we become a beating heart for the rest.

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We awake.

We rise from the place we dreamed.

Free from all the lies and evil things.

We remember the life that used to be.

We feel the divine in everything.

The wind.

The trees.

The birds and crawly things.

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We rise.

A star in the sky. A beacon in the night.

When we gaze inside.

We explore the oceans of our life.

And find divine.

Hidden in the storms, trapped in the dark.

One touch.

One breath.

The light sparks. The love in one's heart.

When we ran through the forests and streams.

When we laughed so hard we couldn't speak.

In your green eyes, I found peace.

I was no boy.

I was no man.

I was yours.

I am.