Running around.
A sort of frantic calm
to and fro
We’ve moved the bamboo cabinet
a little higher
and I’ve surrendered to the idea
that you don’t want to move the
towel rack a little higher too
All the while she’s crying
fixing for something more–
Now she’s up–
We’ve given her a bath
She likes the warm water
running down her small belly
her chubby arms
her fragile hair
And so more food
we diligently prepare
Almost somnambulist like
We’ve put the bottle in her mouth
Swaddle
Drift
Sleep
I pass you in the kitchen as you
take another picture of the sunset
A bright yellow light shines through
a hole in the cloud
a message that in the mundane
we’ve found God
She’s right here
in my arms–
Sunday Night 7:30 pm
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I love the flow throughout this.
Thank you 🙂
Is your God My God? Humanity? I believe I am God and that I created My Daughter in My Mind and body and that mind and body are one. Also, I don’t think there’s any such thing as an original creation (such as the Universe.)
Yes, I guess you could say that. I think god is everyone and everything, but in this poem I was referring to god as my daughter and vice versa, yes!
I just had to post something at 2:22 — Your poem is thought-provoking.
Nice! 222, 333, and 444 all have magical connotations. You should look them up. I have a link if you want to check it out.
Yes — I would be interested in that link. Multiples of 11? Also, it’s so refreshing to read what you have said about your daughter (and You?) being God. Delights My Soul.
Yes, there are multiples of 11, usually 1111. I will find that link for you now. And thank you for the complement!
Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. This is the link to the website I was telling you about: http://sacredscribesangelnumbers.blogspot.com/p/index-numbers.html?m=1
I looked up the sequences for 2 and found a lot of material. Thank you very much. I also made a comment. I think I’ll bookmark the site.
Nice! I’m so glad. Numbers are good inspiration!