[A nod to Yehuda Amichai]

The rush of air that comes from
closing a door might be the voice of God
or it might not be…
I’m more familiar with forests and seas
where doors are rays of light
seeping through summer clouds

The spark that comes from
flipping a light-switch might be the voice of God
or it might not be…
I’m not sure if God’s voice is even the
truest of their expressions.
Why should I say this is how you must hear?

Instead,

perhaps you will see God’s shadow in bricks
stacked up into buildings (or strewn about),
though this assumes God has a shadow (or is shadow)
and this may or may not be true

Perhaps you will feel God’s breath rising
from the tiled floor of a restaurant bathroom,
though this assumes God has breath (or is breath)
and I ask my heart to believe this to be true

At the end of the day,
perhaps this is how you
come to believe God to be true.
That is alright.
After all,
what is more true than rising and falling –
than taking
and holding
and then (against all odds)
letting go

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