The Day I Met God.

 

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I Met God.

I met God the other day.

We went out for a cup of coffee, though I prefer tea more.

I met God the other day.

We sat and talked and laughed for an hour, although I preferred more.

I met God the other day.

I met God. And let me just say SHE is as what most people wouldn’t perceive.

I met God the other day and the way her lips curl when she smiles is like looking out to the ocean at the sun peeking from the horizon right before it rises in the morning.

Precise.

I met God the other day and when she stares into your soul with eyes of deep honey, glassy and bright, you sense a bit of her inside of you.

Wholistic holiness.

I met God. I touched God.

I touched God; fingertips to fingertips. Like ashes to ashes and dust to dust. The beginning and end. Connections through a sense of synapses and nerves. Soft and comfortable. Unknown but yet we become kindred.

I met God the other day.

For who knew that her stride is as strong and straightforward that walking on water was more of a cakewalk and sweet as marzipan.

I met God.

Not in a church, but rather standing by a garbage can and a bathroom expressing my anger and frustration of the strife I face on earth with no clear understanding of what she was capable of doing for my life.

I met God the other day.

I’ve met God before and introduced myself but never REALLY introduced myself like the shy kid in class whose turn it was to introduce himself and share one interesting fact.

Interestingly enough I met God the other day...

God is a woman.

Whose hair is like her halo, ever so perfect with no need for adjustments. God is a woman whose eyes sparkle with a glare of pools of honey.

No.

Whose eyes are the start of the universe and with each passing glance you jump and travel through space and time itself and find yourself getting lost in translation trying to explain that you don’t know how she’s this beautiful.

God is fair, sexy nasty, divine, and just.

God is Love, hate, and all that’s in between.

God is everything I needed to believe in just as much as I needed to believe in myself to believe that God is she.

God is everything and nothing at all to me.

God is... what I never prayed for but somewhat appeared in front of me like magic. Close up. And if you blink you might miss her but I know what she looks like because I met God the other day.

I met God.

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A Morning With You

If I get to wake up next to you

I probably won’t fall asleep because

staring into your eyes, the windows to your soul,

shine over me like the brightness of the morning sun

and I’m forever embraced by your warmth.

 

 

 

 

 

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You Are A Rose

You

Are

A

Rose.

None like any other. Defined by your bulbous curves and ever so elegant scent. Bees envy you because, to get your pollen and turn it into sweet nectar, they must face a gallery of thorns that protects that which is most valuable.

The

Center

Of

Your

Heart.

Loving your growth. From your steam to your roots.

Planted in my garden, only you are the one I can’t pluck from the ground. I can’t disturb your beauty nor would I.

Let me be intertwined, leaf by leaf. Petal by petal

and nurture you to last a million years.

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93 Million Miles

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I Want All of You

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God Is A Woman (an excerpt from “Locked in your eyes”)

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Question. (An Excerpt)

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Have You Ever Been To The Moon?

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I've Been Thinking

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You Have Me

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