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Published: 2019-10-23 06:58:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 587; Favourites: 24; Downloads: 0
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never did go to church, never read the bible,
never prayed except when i was on my knees in love with a girl
but i know about god.
god is:
running across the sand on an east coast summer night
filled with cicada song and cypress dripping white with
spanish moss and the deep hot stillness of the woods
behind the empty school playground near the old creek
where i pulled snails and snapping turtles from the
thick black mud of the salt marsh.
god is:
the winter woods of minnesota where
we were children digging down and down
for arrowheads and teeth and deer bones
and old fossilized things that slept beneath
the layers of soft sweet earth.
god is:
lonely cliff edges where the cold sea roars and
the wind screams and my heart goes boom and
i feel wild and terrible and beautiful like the angels.
god is a desolate pacific beach.
god is skies of endless california blue.
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Comments: 5
I can't relate to your love for California, as I've never been. While the imagery is amazing in this piece, I couldn't really relate in any way, as in, it didn't make me think of someplace that I dearly love myself. The reason why I'm telling you this is because this piece made me feel very warm and fuzzy and I felt some sort of peaceful happiness swell up inside me. I also think that because you managed to transfer your love for California through these words, I couldn't really think of another, relatable place I love that much.
So. This is a f-ing brilliant piece and on top of that the writing is just stunning. <3
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I couldn't agree more.
To me, what some people call God is the nameless presence Wordsworth once described: "And I have felt / a presence that disturbs me with the joy / of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime / of something far more deeply interfused, / whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, / and the round ocean and the living air, / and the blue sky, and in the mind of man: / A motion and a spirit, that impels / all thinking things, all objects of all thought / and rolls through all things." It's here with me right now - there's a raging windstorm outside, so loud I can hear it pounding against the glass of the window pane when I press my ear against it, sending the autumn leaves flying in all directions. I feel it when I look at the mountains that tower over my city or watch the sunset light the sky on fire. I feel it when I read your poems. It's the most beautiful thing I know.
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Northern California is one of my favorite places in the country. This is terrific.
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