Monday, September 05, 2011


The uncaused cause of all being
Is either a name of God
Or the look my son gives me
When I pop in on him to see whatever it is he has called me in to see
Maybe he’s wearing my shoes
Maybe he’s wearing blue high heels and a stethoscope
Along with his favorite princess skirt
Maybe he’s hugging the cat
Whatever he is
There is just the hint of a smile
The rest of it about to explode onto his face
Across the distance between us
And onto mine
Undeniably holy

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