I Am already dead. I Am already alive with God. I Am already Spirit. Already Word. Already Love. A gentle breeze. I Am sitting on the right.
And then my mother gives birth to me – human.
All at once I was born a baby. Perfect. Love. Then I was forced in a series of persistent contractions down the birth canal – Adult. Alive. Dead with God. All earth-Spirit. Undiagnosed dyslexic fumbling outspoken falling short word. Love kept getting spoiled with unLove. I hung to the left in a skirt.
And then beyond childhood He was born – 2000 years ago before the future – Divinely Human.
He shows me the way home to myself.
I will swim with the nucleotide through my own DeoxyriboNucleic Acid – to the last molecule – where I will jump off the end into . . .
He will catch all of my nothingness
On Earth . . . as it is in
Home from Home.
Alive. Body. Spirit. Word. Gentle. Breeze. Right. Love.