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.”
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/13/22
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2022
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