5 August 2024

It should move us in spite of ourselves,
Not through coercive manipulation.
The heart should melt.
One should give in to the goodness of it.

Something obstructs the blessing issuing from my mouth.
An obstacle course I cannot see, but which I need to navigate.
It is impossible, but it must be done somehow.

Two fingers in my eyes,
Obscuring my vision.
They rub my eyes, causing great pain,
Scratching my corneas,
The horny tissue constituting the front of my eyes.

Why does no one around me seem interested in You anymore?
Why have You forsaken me?

Fighting lizards at the door.
The rumblings of an urban monster.
The lighter-than-air journey of a suburban automobile,
How smoothly and softly it purrs past my window.
Rolling, grinding rubber on tar, on stones.
How quiet is Your explosive fire within.
Cliché.

Squawk, hoot, toot, tooty fruity.

Light reflecting off water, projected on the wall.
Always moving, rippling—
The breeze pushing ripples,
The light faithfully recording Your complexity,
Transmitting,
Medium.