December is poetry month here at WillSpirit. Please forgive the digression as I take a needed break from essay writing. Just scroll back to November to get to the real substance.

The fingerprints of God
Stretch across the sky
Cirrus clouds streaming overhead
Wrapping the world in their grasp
Upholding the earth under the eye of sun
Caressing the pain of creation
The ache that changes
Into ecstasy the moment we are willing
To swallow life as it is
To embrace God as it is
Distant and near
Dispassionate and dear
Unmoved and weeping at once
There is laughter in the air
And infant smiles and coyote yips at the moon
And there is blood and fracture and torment
These are the marks of God
The stripes of red, black, fawn, and green
The baby skin ripped by fangs
The intimate copulation, every moist embrace
The steaming corruption, the putrescence of decay
The flower petal bejeweled by dew
God leaves its impression on everything
And our only choice in writhing under it
Is to know our life as orgasm or agony
To recognize beauty or not
To feel love or emptiness
In the heated summer morning or the chill winter night
The clouds hover above
Watching, caring, and vanishing.

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