I stand accused of believing that God
speaks to me: belief has nothing to
do with it—I’m not a big believer in
belief—must I believe the sky is
blue or that day follows night?
Secondly, I know for a fact that God
speaks to everyone—it is simply that
very few people choose to listen;
do you hear those crickets in the
night? (Good, now dive deeper.)
The Truth is resting on your
eyelashes, tickling your sensitive
parts; of course God speaks to me—
we have been Lovers since before
time was time.
Of course God speaks to me—that ,
isn’t the point:
Shhh, listen! the birds are calling, the
mountain rumbles, the stars buzz like
HE IS SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!