"Inspiration" means 'God-breathed.'
A breath of God that is just cause...
(just because)
Branches bend, leaves curl in the waves
of wind. Spirits bob along the by-ways
of black streets covered by wayward
gleams of electic incandescence.
Spirits shrouded in skin some wrinkled some
smooth stalked by wild silences.
Spirits pass my body.
They hold close to shallow love,
shivering against imagined cold.
But my watercolor eyes stare out at this mosaic
world and see a similiar storm.
Similiar to the one the spirits fear, but not identical.
My clouds cover my spirit like a blanket,
full of warm whispers of winters long ago.
My trees hold boughs full of birds
warbling, trilling, whistling, singing the song of God.
My green jacket is unzipped hanging loosely
off my shoulders, my arms wide, head high.
God cries a sky full of tears that wash my face,
wash my soul, waking me from
the slumbering of simmering sin...
2.28.1995
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