Spirit, You are word

divine, word
inscribed
on the mind of God,
face
everlasting
edge of the universe,
crucified tears
hung on roses,
driven out of despair.

mediums dare not
open ears
to your clear voice...
elohim:
sounds of the dead rising
to meet and kiss
your lips.
you live in the land of the spirits.

you gave us souls.
you gave us our infinite serenity.
you gave us breath
and an extra rib...
you speak to us
through memories and visions
through loves that are symmetrical
based on off-key lives,
maybe what we needed was balance.

young girls you awakened from
death,
but to you, they were alive
for you see heaven as well as earth,
lord, your divine energy,
your shakti which is holy,
your illumination which breaks
tethers the boundaries of heaven&earth
it is never enough to say
love is forever breathing through you.

you taught that it is not just about ethics
not just about law
but about faith and spiritual happiness.
we are all workers for God,
living out our lives for the glory of God.
you lived out your life for man,
cleansing us of the burden of sin
which is so repetitive
which is so intertwined with our love of pleasure
which is so intertwined with our wounds.
we needed water, and you gave us
holy fire which burns away at our fear,
makes us soldiers of God.

Lord, i bow down before you,
your resurrection was is will be
the beginning of our spiritual self and freedom.
Through our wounds, you come in.
you cleanse the house of our souls,
you clean the windows of our eyes,
you fix the wounds in our hearts.

We wanted so much to be a part of this world,
we wanted so much to belong, to be a part of the group
that we were willing to humiliate ourselves.
Lord, thank you for our heavenly home.
make us worthy of your grace,
steel our wills and turn into stones
our resolve.
ethics comes from faith,
not from authority...
we cannot rely on humans...

it's easier to pray to you
you were once human
and you had to be fully human
when you were crucified
to fool satan?

thank you lord
for new life,
for hope when all has been stripped from us,
for loving us even when we repeatedly sin,
for turning our material lust into spiritual joy,
your alchemical touch,
you turn our bronze into gold.
thank you
for wiping away the dust
the stains
the cracks
from our lives
and showing us that we are precious
since
you were willing
to die
for us.