We say we believe
that God’s love blazes out-
like sunshine in the high desert,
even shadows wriggle with the tickles of light.
But put your hand on your heart,
you who gives and gives and gives,
can you peel back your shoulders from your breastbone?
can you fall backwards into holy arms,
and understand that faith
has little to do with believing
and everything to do about Knowing?
I watch a supposedly adult bird
keen and open a tiny beak at the feeder
and some mother swoops in and drops
a shelled seed into that need, into that asking.
Be like that,
BE like that.
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