musings of Kimiko Karpoff - Images of God
Dust Nodes
I sit in the arm chair by the old floor lamp with the beige shade.
The voices around are from the party. A party that ended long ago where we discussed U2 and Madonna and the theology of a generation born at the wrong time for everything.
Dust nodes float in the window light and I catch a glimmer of God across the room. I look away to wait because God can only be seen with the corner of the eye. God walks in the dust nodes, swirls the particles of my faith. Passing by my armchair like a lover from a Cohen song on the way to the kitchen to pour us tea.
The chair is faded to pink by the sun but I don't shut the blinds. God has taken the colour back to use on new flowers and little girls' dresses. I'm happy to share with creation what little is in me. That dust of my skin is in all the heavens.
January 26, 2008
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God of all immensity
God of all immensity
deep, vast, expansive
the empty filled-ness between the stars
the light hot cold darkness beyond and before eternal sky
the flickers in my knowing
and essential certainty in the gut of my being
you tug at me
you pull me into the wake of your spirit
you call on me to forget my nakedness and run free
you spatter my tongue with the sweet tang of your juice until I thirst for more
your glee-filled voice turns my head
you are in me, pumping through my veins
you stir me
to love
to leap
to hold out my arms and invite
to twirl and dance your story
to smile shyly in welcome
to speak of you boldly
to breath you deeply and exhale your essence into the world
and ignite stars
Febraury 22, 2007
I sit in the arm chair by the old floor lamp with the beige shade.
The voices around are from the party. A party that ended long ago where we discussed U2 and Madonna and the theology of a generation born at the wrong time for everything.
Dust nodes float in the window light and I catch a glimmer of God across the room. I look away to wait because God can only be seen with the corner of the eye. God walks in the dust nodes, swirls the particles of my faith. Passing by my armchair like a lover from a Cohen song on the way to the kitchen to pour us tea.
The chair is faded to pink by the sun but I don't shut the blinds. God has taken the colour back to use on new flowers and little girls' dresses. I'm happy to share with creation what little is in me. That dust of my skin is in all the heavens.
January 26, 2008
~
God of all immensity
God of all immensity
deep, vast, expansive
the empty filled-ness between the stars
the light hot cold darkness beyond and before eternal sky
the flickers in my knowing
and essential certainty in the gut of my being
you tug at me
you pull me into the wake of your spirit
you call on me to forget my nakedness and run free
you spatter my tongue with the sweet tang of your juice until I thirst for more
your glee-filled voice turns my head
you are in me, pumping through my veins
you stir me
to love
to leap
to hold out my arms and invite
to twirl and dance your story
to smile shyly in welcome
to speak of you boldly
to breath you deeply and exhale your essence into the world
and ignite stars
Febraury 22, 2007
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