I walk in clouds of messy grace
carry them with me wherever I go
I traverse the worlds of the dark and the light
allowing them both to be places I belong
Repeating the truth of Angels,
‘As above so below’
I jump in puddles of deep infinity splashing stardust with my feet of clay
I sail my ship into the driest desert full sails catching the fine winds of new understanding
I climb the highest mountains
to see all the beauty found above and below me
I lay in the green grass of home to respect the very stuff that I am made of
I drop for 45 minutes into the center of the earth
to allow my stubbornness to burn away
I search the seas at midnight to find one open heart like nine
I am the night ocean
mysterious life. sparkling light-forms
I am the stable earth
wings of birds. creepy creeping things
I am the rain forest
rarest orchid. poison-est frog.
I am the hottest desert
stickiest cacti. smallest grain of sand.
I am the heavens
guarded by angels. home of God.
I am the word
spoken. written. thought.
I am you
child. sibling. parent. friend.
as you are me
loving. lover. loved. beloved. love.
we are possibles
be-ings. unlimited. infinite. I am’s.
The hastily assembled angel saw
One thing was like another thing and that
Thing like another everything depend-
ed on how high it was the place you saw
Things from and he had seen the Earth from where
A human couldn’t see the Earth and could-
n’t tell most human things apart and though
He hadn’t ever really understood
His job he knew it had to do with seeing
And what he saw was everything would come
Together at the same time everything
Would fall apart and that was humans thinking
The world was meant for them and other things
Were accidental or were decora-
tions meant for them and therefore purposeful
That humans thought that God had told them so
And what the hastily assembled angel
Thought was that probably God had said the same thing
To every living thing on Earth and on-
ly stopped when one said Really back but then
Again the hastily assembled angel
Couldn’t tell human things apart and maybe
That Really mattered what would he have heard
Holy or maybe Folly or maybe Kill me
The Tree of Knowledge by Shane McCrae
Even among those of us
or on the edge
the angels of God
don’t really judge
whether we are good or bad,
they are not sent on any mission,
they just really like
to be with us.