They say that God is distant,
well ordered, reserved,
like a nun’s tentative breathing
in the presence of a beautiful man.
But I say that God is hot and huge,
rolling in the lightning blue depths
of His own being!
Mostly, God moves cloud-like
through inner, spacious places
of the human soul
at a rate too slow for mortal sense:
but sometimes, when the world
weighs too heavily upon Him,
and is felt as a passionate dream,
too full of fire and song to be contained
even in His own infinite expanses.
It is then that She spills over
the brim of Her being
into our being
to seize us
with Her song.
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