I am finding god after you
leaving the sinner’s song at the altar
it’s burning my tongue
spitting out the ashes and dust
I lost faith in the bricks that built this church; the holy houses made of gold
built on worried and weary bones
they say there is only one
but I know
that god is in the mountains
in the sky
and in me
that holy
is getting dirty
showing that your hands are scarred from lifting heavy things and heavy hearts
I am finding god after you
and she’s a loving thing
because god is in the mountains
in the sky
and in me
*awakening
from my third poetry book,
Made of Earth.
