Talking With God

*** Talking with God *** I feel us Slowly shaking our heads In unison, With our delicious slight smiles Of shared understanding: Much like the Mona Lisa’s (a bit less than fully amused), As we recount The long list I offer: Of my unthinking; My mistaking; too Impatient reacting; Discounting; and Ingratitudes. All the opaque bits. Transcending through The thickness of the rising of invisible air: All around me And within me, revealing In my downcast and glistening eyes… Woe! My Awe stretches out Prostrate, To hear — first As a chuckle — The soft laughter of Abba saying, “Child. Silly daughter. No longer a crawling babe, You stand still swaddled in The tapestry woven By the days of the many decades you’ve lived, with All your errs and joys Becoming the frayed threads I will re-weave within you beside me… Silly daughter, hold My hand, for age has brought You back around to needing Help to walk, and There are just as many Lessons yet to learn. Observe! Even the stars are Held in place.” ———————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 2/13/22 Thanks be to God