Tuesday, July 16, 2013

FATHER LOVE

I was reading a book, many years ago, on personal transformation that asked the reader to write about each major life event describing our emotions. This was what I wrote for "Faith".

The landscape expands and rearranges itself
Alice has drunk the “Drink Me” and shrunk actually
She sees mountains of puffy clouds
Benign luminosity
She steps up the bottommost cloud
And she does not sink
Another step and it holds her well
Up, up, on a stack of clouds
“It’s a mountain," she says
"A stork’s bundle for a day
A silly dream”
She nears the top
And sees a face
A happy Rushmore-like face
She’s so surprised she slips
And falls into a pile of clouds
And looks to find
She’s held in the hollow of God’s hand