Troydon Wainwright

God has always been a busy one

With a mischievous streak  infinity long

The big bang was his firecracker

And we are still living in it

The expanding universe

We are drifting away from each other

And from ourselves

Our atoms are spreading out

Soon we will be much bigger

And more empty

And God will be as busy as ever

Hearing prayers

That he doesn’t have time to answer

I clapped a mosquito to blood and wings and insect entrails

My joy at killing it at once replaced by revulsion

Still I will sleep more soundly,

Having committed this murder

And should another mosquito

Sing to me

I will applaud  

Shinning black, wading through the long grass

The jungle shudders wherever it passes

It has on occasion clawed the air to shreds

So thick was it with tension 

None off the other eyes in the night

Will meet its flaming gaze

Even from a distance

Even in their dreams it stalks them

They have heard the cracking bones

Of their friends and lovers and children

And left them to die screaming

And become new nightmares

Quietly the jaguar sleeps on a branch

Its tail a loop beneath it

A noose to any challenger

 

Lord another song for thee

Rises like smoke out of me

Golden smoke that wafts above

And is as soft and warm as love

 

Though scattered till airy clear

It matters not, I know you hear

I know even the silent prayer

Finds you in your everywhere

 

In the silence where we meet

You raise me from my knees to feet

And set me on a path so true

Where all I know is love of you

 

On the path we are never apart

As we walk to heaven’s heart

And step by step I shed my sins

On the path where heaven begins

 

 

 

 

 

I am here

I have always been

I am all you see

Yet never seen

I am the word

On the tips of your tongues

I am the breath

That fills your lungs

I am the fire

You feel when you kiss

I am the pressure

In the belly of the abyss

I am the night

When the day is done

I am the heat

In the heart of the sun

I am the swells

Of oceans deep

I am the joy

That makes you weep

I am the mouth

That breathes the wind

I am the truth

No lie can rescind 

I am your constant

I am your whim

I am the flame

No water can dim

I am your rise

I am your fall

I am the light

That illuminates all

I am the first ray

Of breaking dawn

I am the cry

Of a babe just born

I am the view

from the top of the hill

I am the place

You go to when still

I am the moment

When all becomes clear

I am the love

That brought you here

I am the rain

That quenches the fields

I am the harvest

That patience yields

I am the roots

That anchor the tree

I am the end of infinity

I am the stillness

Of starless space

I am forever

Behold my face