do you know the leaves’ names (personal–not scientific)
in class of 1683?
how many breaths are left in your lung pouches?
esophagus closes like a casket
the sky bleeds in baskets
time, names, roots, numbers–meaningless if God slumbers
(He’s alive, keeping cells and molecules in place)
sky water slips down like thirty-eight yesterdays
what even stays the same?
is there a sane anchor in madness?
where is order? who is peace?
how can death be displaced?
apart from origin, away from Creator, confusion and emptiness cause heart craters
empty eyes, hollow chests when we think we know best
have you ever made a boulder or spoke to form a glacier?
have you crafted a giraffe, do you know how to make the stars laugh?
were you there when heaven’s Miracle melted earth, rebirthed, second breath?
“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord.
“And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.
For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.