God's Hand

Suddenly reality ripples and is disrupted
and everything seems unreal; welcome home.
The night sways around me softly and
the Moon becomes a giant over my shoulder.

Clouds so dense I can walk them
are passing by as I fly higher than space
being lead by the hand of God;
simultaneously youthful and archaic.

The spirit snakes through the canals
that run beneath my flesh and deposit
themselves into my glowing heart.
A bluish light fills me like covenant reborn.

I slip in and out of this realm of rigidity.
Somewhere in the pressure is a calming
pool of a thousand and one stars and
finding it is as sudden as waking to father’s voice.

I drift backwards, and memories flood me.
I was there, and at one point my feet touched marble.
Above my head ran rainbows and bells chimed.
Deep beneath the music the humming cello sings.

These are the moments where my spirit transcends
and for brief moments I can feel paradise
as if my hands could reach, like a child’s,
and be touched by the layer of magnificence.