Poetry: Speaking of God (In the Third Person)

Invisible to all
save for those
who are likewise
invisible to all.

Everyone still speaks
of God
in the third person.

Countermanded
and slung
on the underbelly of a stagecoach
I ride through
town
glad to be unseen.

Unshaken
by prospects so bleak…
incarceration
bears upon it
semblances of familiarity…
as a home I have visited
with too little frequency.

Only oblivion
with its white thread
can weave my life
into the cloth things
of being human…

In darkness
is a place
so still
so bright
that complete stillness
is the only way to enter
lest that door never open
until your dying day comes.

Hasten now
with your whole life long
held in your open palms
to the layered center
of what brought you  here…
and you’ll stop talking about God
in the third person.

Do not be late
to learn
that love
cannot be conquered.

There is nothing
to win here,
only things that come
and go.
There is nothing
you can keep.
But there is one thing
that you can have.

Love.

Let that loose in your life
and it may be the last time
that you speak about God
in the third person.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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2 Responses to Poetry: Speaking of God (In the Third Person)

  1. Joanna Carey says:

    Very nice. There’s more here to explore around imperfection, failure and love as all there is and how love brings itself into life in any moment of any day.
    More later.
    Thanks Charlie! (:

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