A Moment with God

Here is infinity
smeared from cloud to cloud
branded and glittering
echoing thread-thin
hungry yet full
laughing in symphony
falling into open hands

And here is chaos
tumbling from his resting place
racing sound itself
telling secrets
faceless
scribbles on scrap paper
a ruby in the dirt

Hold my parallel universe
ink bleeding through a masterpiece
slow, but not slow enough
turning no one away
complex in origin
the shadows mother
touching – never being touched.

And write me love
golden and shining
whispered and shouted
holding my hand
the purest reflection
unending
as patient as winter.

~ by Jessica Phillips on June 3, 2009.