Softly fades the evening’s pale light,
the shifting stars are about to sail on by!
God is in the inbetween, spaces of fragile things,
within the crinkled cracks
of frosted etched glass,
between the silvered mirror, and your constant, outstretched hands,
to hold onto something!
God is in the sacred spaces, His presence is
palpable as we sway and fervently pray.
Our ancestors float down amidst us,
as we remember those whose dust has gone to dust, God is there
to help raise us up.
He’s amidst the hoard
that you have carefully kept secretly stored,
those this’s and that’s,
chachkies of days long
Petals of roses scent letters of yesterday’s loves.
God stretches His light
beyond our words,
races along the edge of this whirling dervish world!
Is no more or less in everyone’s dreams.
God is in the dawn’s first song
of a robin’s call on the wing.
If you see the space that separates still dew drops,
under that tilting leaf,
God lies within those subtle spaces.
When you love someone
so much till pain’s begun,
God is within/without your words, and embraces you without a sound.