3/30 – National Poetry Month

Look at God
I see Her when I look at the trees and the flowers blossoming in this beautiful sunlight
I see Her when I walk through the quad and I see Her in the trees, in the form of birds, in the form of fresh green grass
When I see these beautiful flowers springing up out of mixtures of dirt and shit and shame, I see God.

Look at God
I see Him when I look into your eyes because the way they glisten can only be described as holy.
I see Him in your smile because it is something that can only be Heaven sent.
I see Him in your bone structure and it tells me that He spent just a tad bit more time pouring himself and his perfections into you.
I see Him when you doubt yourself and I always leave my encounters with you to go pray that you look at you and see Him too

Look at God
I saw God every time I looked upon the beautifully and meticulously wrinkled reddish-brown skin of my great-grandmother before she passed
I saw God in her spirit and in her fight. I saw God in her worth.
I heard God through her words.
I felt God when she would wrap her bony arms around me
I felt how sometimes God has to leave Her human form to go back home when I saw the life leave out of her body and somehow she was still oh so beautiful to me

Look at God
I see this being when I look into my soul and the troubled souls of my people and I see nothing but devilment in the Hellish issues that we are forced to deal with
I see God on every street corner with a bottle in their hand because those gods have fallen.
They’ve been pushed off Mt. Olympus and into the river Styx only this time there are no waves to break their fall
I see God any time I see Black skin because this skin we’re in is the same robe in which Jesus was cloaked

Look at God
I see this being manifest Herself in my life on a daily basis
I see God in my eyes when I am blessed enough to wake up in the morning and I see God in your eyes when I am blessed enough to be able to gaze into them
I feel God flowing through the veins that leads the blood from my heart to my hand so that I can place my pen upon this paper and let this beautifully intricate and snarky cynicism laced with complicated rhetoric and flippant self-depreciation fully rear its fiercely sarcastic head upon these sheets of paper

I see God when I look at the wrists that I did not slit that day when the weight of my world just seemed to heavy
I hear God in my own voice when I speak and I feel Her passion when I feel my own because we are one of the same.

Me and God. You and God are one of the same.
Look at God and see what I see.
I see God in all shades of life
Look at God and see you.
Look at you and see God.

Thoughts?

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