Poetry

God Doesn’t Remember

What is the night sky but an amount of empty space of which we can speak while never truly grasping? And if everything has a companion opposite, then is it not logical that an opposite of this dark infinite space exists as a vast universe of light? And how do we describe God if not… Continue reading God Doesn’t Remember

Poetry

The Invisible Way Out And In

Rules are for people who need them, a better fate than to still deceive sins not of flesh but of spiritual longing, a bitter path only a god can conceive. I can assume you someway realize it’s too late for me now. In your coldest depths, you understand it’s too late for me now. Though… Continue reading The Invisible Way Out And In

Poetry

With-Out

People see me far away, away from the crowd, and they think I’m alone and I think I’m alone because they do. This is untrue. I’m with the wind and trees, the ants and grass, playful birds, and the earth beneath my feet but not beneath me. This is my God.