lesser god 

When I will laugh aloud unabashed
How shall I wait five days more
Dear Thor with all godspeed 
Move with the pace of the light 
That may give me good reason to shield mine eyes sooner 

God Said

I might’ve left you there
On the floor, propped up near the door
Gingerly wrapped in plain brown paper 
Instead, as I remember, I scooped you up gladly
Wanting to know why
Shouldn’t you be placed in the center of it all
In the gathering place
So that if they cared
Everyone could know

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Confused by contrasts 
The world may tilt its head
And wonder whether 
Our will is pure
Or has lost its way

He’s not taken aback
And cannot manufacture concern
If in one breath 
Lungs profess His glory
Then in the next
They exhale and entertain
With dialated pupils
Deeper sighs
Sharper canines
Deltoids more deeply defined
Electric blush polka dots

And if with wanderlust
Our heartstrings conspire
To wrangle and lasso
The Auroras
The source of saffron
The Silk Road
The Amazon
Route 66
And all things in between
He won’t show surprise
He knitted that there