Digging through an old notebook that I’ve had since college, and this seemed relevant considering our focus on anaphora this past class. I wrote this maybe a year post-divorce from a high school / college sweetheart. I had just started dating somebody new - the first new person to me in the past ten or so years. My religious experiences were taking a more humanist turn, something that still continues today:
The red leaves of an autumn tree...
That is my burning bush.
That is my God speaking to me.
The Southern Cross on my right and the Northern Star on my left...
That is my parting of the seas.
That is my God speaking to me.
Freshly fried chicken and tender, flaky biscuits...
That is my manna from heaven.
That is my God speaking to me.
A harmonious, resonating piano chord...
That is my angelic choir.
That is my God speaking to me.
The kicking and heartbeat through your taught, pregnant skin...
That is my immaculate conception.
That is my God speaking to me.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteDid you by chance know Jenn Lay at SLU? She's taking another class with me, and I think she would enjoy this piece.
I do! I haven’t spoken with her in some time, but I remember her from school. Feel free to share it with her, if you’d like.
DeleteI love this! It reminds me of a line from one of my favorite songs just after leaving college, after I went through a similar faith transition: "the city is my church"
ReplyDeleteI’ve heard that song a thousand times, and never really listened to the lyrics! Thank you for pointing that out, it makes me like that song even more.
DeleteThis is beautiful, and it resonates with my own belief. This class is part of my worship.
ReplyDeleteSame for me, and happy to share this space and time with you!
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