Ancient Reality

Magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death

----------------------------------------

If God had raised his mighty hand

and asked me where I had been

at the beginning, before the genesis

was sketched out and planned,

would I be like Job? The truth splayed

all around me like a child’s playthings,

brightly colored, sturdy, and impossible

If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

to ignore. It turns out that passing on

clears the glassy mirror and the mind,

revives the ancient senses and sight—

We are more than meat.

Because I see my body down below,

and I am now above it all, above

the cripple called fear and his rough-

and-tumble friends, doubt and worry.

And when there is no death to hate

and hiss at, life beyond the body

grows in great shoots and sparks.

Although my body was on loan,

the most powerful borrowed book,

my self lingers and thrives, spirit-fueled

and driven like the power behind

a bucking hurricane or gale.

I, too, shouted for joy at the

foundations of being.