God Touches Me

My shoulders are blades of flesh, they hold my skinny arms to hands that hold this pen across this page as it reaches the end of a long lived life that was meant to bend fold and remend. But these feet have already left; I can feel it in my chest. These lips want to smile the day away; I have nothing else to say. Knees to my chin, how long has that been? To crouch, cuddle what is now so thin. Press and pull, it all fits in. The warmth and the cool. These toes are not mine, they belong to the sublime. Up my pants you will find my legs spindly; a jelly belly that shakes in my tummy. My thin arms hold loops of skin. They are far away and my head needs covering; but the sun warms my neck and my face is full of laughter because God has reached out his hand to me.