matter

praying about creations

God
are you out there
are you
in here

there is matter
there are spirits
there
is energy
and how many planes
through which
to live

we have this
self
we look through skin
with eyes and more than eyes
and less

we are alive
Earth is
alive
with even rock that moves
though let science determine
investiture

by measurement

and let us live
with
what we have
the wonders of exchange
cohabitation
of
matter and movement
oxygen
and carbon
a touch of supernal creation
to begin
and to carry into what is next

mystery
miracle

energy and matter
in
the exchange we know
and then a language with translation
only yours to speak
to generate
to sing into existence
afterward
maybe
first
a paradise to bear of explanation

and if you say
amen

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courses

my abdomen
hurts
maybe from pressing on it
to be seated
maybe from gas
maybe
due to medication

maybe from stress of
maybe
something
existential

how is the day
and how’s the world
and how
much
should I care

and how shall my problems
go away
while this
side of
eternal matters

shall justice roll
my tiny stream
down to
a universal
sea

and shall that sea
move
indifference
to my causes

and
of course
it shall

it has its own concerns
with mortal storms
and all

and yet
the molecules of God
are with me
in mine

maybe a neutrino
or a quark

while the greater hand
might move with waves
to stir
or calm
that sea I think
cannot consider me

and the whole body
moved from forming Earth
into managing
the stars
as we say
in their courses
enforcing orbits
exacting
something like
cosmic obedience

though allowing for
the unpredictable
the errant comet
rascal
asteroid
as part of
divine predictability

contraries
embraced by
opposites uplifted
so that a little chaos
be allowable in
order

than back to you
and back to me
and how do we count
by God
and yet
we do

our bodies
on our bits of land
which is to say we
occupy
not own
and by the water
moving our concerns
toward that ocean
of collectiveness in which
it seems
impossibly
our matter
matters
too

everything we are
our cells
our abstract notions
with the uncounting qualities
of thinking
all emotions
of our loves

we may realize at any time
how remarkable
the small
however might be small
while larger things go
obviously from
that start of
things

day and night
Earth and all
and all in all
with each bit owned
if
maybe tallied
by beneficence

which is to say
God knows
and judges
and whose greater bias
as God
is to note all things
and love
all things

a refrain

the sea is so large
while
my boat so small
the merest of God’s breathing
for my sails
and shall I cross
and shall I transact
and then
shall I return
by the light that someone made for
home

(it would be proper if you thought of the Breton prayer upon reading what I'm calling "a refrain”)

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