What God Said to Me Upon a Moment of Forlorn Weakness

She said, “he will not listen
to what I have to say, whereas you
have spent a lifetime trying to listen
and seeking out my hiding space. For you, gentle servant of altitude
I will listen to your concerns, your cause, your wishes, and
your adamant refusal to expect nothing less from yourself
than perfection – from yourself, and for yourself
I will give the jewelry of the dawn,
for adamant disposal – and waking tyrant dismissal

“Most the nest, dear servant,
Most the nest to its next hiding space
See how it triggers a response
In dispose of lost entries, punctured hours like journals of gratitude
Capitalized upon witnesses like sand, like clay, like decisions that remain
Like ever-reasoned participant clauses and northern-way strands
Never in our lifetime will we know such journeys, not now, not tonight –
But never will we give up on the chase, bearing the responsibility of nobility in the sands”

From God as a Witness to my journal. Today to tomorrow and come what may.