You forget you already know god,
walk her hallowed halls each day,
run your hands along her life lines
as you caretake her sanctuary
You swim in her holy water,
feel her pulse in the tides
breathe her incense,
read scripture in the trees
you sing to the divine,
its holy spirit aloft on wings
How could you forget god is everywhere
where you breathe and where your step
there’s no need to lockstep,
posture, or preach
salvation is just a walk away
then, and again, and today
Photo & Poem ©2023, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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