Heart of God

There are eighteen tenses of God

gleaned from the slap of his palm

She got to know father from the cracked

and rusted hinges

swinging outways, dry in anger

or contempt, or crazed with longing –

no one knows for sure –

Her feet like mustard, slipping yellow

across the floor,

Until one day he came to crash and broke,

she slid out the side door forever

A girl loosed free as would-be woman

Scraping at the bits world love could find

And pleading for depth and mystery,

even when her jaw ground on the words Heavenly


Eyes closed for years

Turned inward with patient listening

She became

The heart of God


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