Poetry

April 28, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Rick Davis

 

 

NOTES TO GOD

 

 

You guide the

Pencil from

My teeth

 

As I write

Words –

 

Touching You.

 

You spin

Me dizzy

Never lost

But always

 

Present.

 

You are so

Close to me

And micromanage

 

My happy soul

 

With alluring

Fumigation,

Exorcism

 

And rehabilitation

 

That is never harsh

But peace-loving.

 

As I seek You

With words

 

And furiously

Dancing

 

Question marks

 

You look

Into my

Mind

 

And burn it

 

With cool

Loving flames

 

Like rushing

Waters

Of new hypnosis.

 

As I write / pray

You allow me

To fly

 

Over

Steep hills,

 

Feeling like

A life-affirming

Turing machine

 

While my

Tears freeze

Into wise spectacles

 

That cause me

To see

 

The dazzling

Emptiness

 

Of my world

Without You,

 

But You

Never leave me,

 

And I feel

Your presence

In loving

 

Morning quietness

 

And in night

Sky

 

As you

Break the moon

Into pieces

 

And offer

Me mystical

Night vision

 

When I say

“Yes.”

 

You touch me

Filling the

Universe

 

In me.

 

As I

Write

And dialogue

 

With You,

 

I become

Borderless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rick Davis

I am a Poet and life-long Chicagoan, married, and am a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University.

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