Qw3l

Qw3l

Well,
I sit
and I tap
these keys
hoping
this
motion
follows me
across this body,
into you.

I’ve sat and watched
the wind swirl on by,
roaring in my ears
with a warning:
young man,
you are alive.
Open your mind,
open your eyes.
Break your thought
if for a moment
to picture
who I am,
your Lord
and your Savior
and your Lover
and your Father.
I am your Mother, Son,
and your Follower.
Bring to them
they who wish to learn
as they are learning now
a way unknown to me.

There is a spot
within the head,
within the chest,
where all are
as babies, caught,
wanting.

Fill their needs, My Scribe,
fill their needs
so they may know
and they may see
who I am:
your Lord,
your Savior,
your Mother,
your Father,
and your Son.