Who is God?

I read recently that the highest aim is to know God. I wanted to think of somewhat of a definition for God as I have encountered Him; of course one can never fully know, but I just wanted to share my interpretation so far with you. Like in any growing relationship, I am discovering more and more each day, so keep in mind this is just the start! If you'd like to leave a comment and add to this, please feel free. :)

Who is God?

I cannot know, but I can guess.

God is the warmest light- not too cold, and not too hot or burning. Simply warm. Not only comfortable, but a luxuriously blissful place to rest is He.

He is better than the best friend we have. He knows not only our actions and explanations, but that deeply hidden, whispered truth, concealed even from ourselves at times- our intentions. He sees a thousand miles beyond the edge of the earth, and further. He knows all, and sees all.

He is the ultimate artist- painting brilliant landscapes for us to traipse around on. He gives us not only air and water, but earth to let our toes wiggle through and feel grounded, starry nights for our thirsty eyes to gaze upon, piercingly dazzling sunsets, fiery in their vibrance, to rattle our more mundanely molded moments. He gives us perfumed flowers to bring pleasure to our senses, and deep, deep oceans for us to dip our fatigued and overheated figures into after a scorching day.

He is the most caring Father, always wishing what's best for us, and shedding tears of rainy sadness at our deep sorrows. He is within every act of pure love between people, pulsating in our caring, vibrating from honest voices and words that mend, repair and heal.

He is a reflection of who we all wish to be, in every way; creator, lover, artist, steward, healer, everything; He is Love.

Ballerina

I wrote this poem in all lowercase because it reflected how small I felt beneath the heavy indigo sky.

as lonely as a palm tree
here i sway
as underneath the weeping stars
you stare up as you lay
and she's the ballerina
spinning in your head
i'm the swollen summer sun
burning cherry red
eclipses pass our drizzly sights
and summers end in rain
but beauty never leaves your eyes
as my heart aches in pain
for you're the memory beating
through every open wound
i wonder if you'll call her up
and be her savior soon
cause i'll be in the summer months
july, august and june
i miss the moments you were mine
like mornings miss the moon
and maybe i'm too turquoise for
your stubborn shades of gray
all i know is that
i miss you more and more each day.

Single

Maybe one day I'll be married
And to the one that I love
I'll forever be true
And we'll work through each fight
With the strength of a hurricane
And I'll thank my good God
For each moment of love...

But for now as I skip
Down the beach on a Tuesday
My hair is a mess
And I dance like a freak
Yet I really don't care
Cause there's no one to think of
I savor this moment
Like sweets, warm and caramel
I don't have to worry
About jealousy
Or trying to decode
Minimally communicated semi-messages
Or trying to decipher
The actions of my male peers
For I am alone
Simply and profoundly
And I know that
Being single
Can be fantastically, dazzlingly
Beautifully bright.

Haiku Without Words

You called me yours and
I called you mine but we did
Not use words, no words.

The Stranger

There's a stranger
With a dark brown hat
He smiles at me
From across the room
And into my hands
He slips a stiff stack
Of patient love letters;
Words traced in ink
He sends seven dozen
Bright, verdant flowers
Beaming with beauty
They sit in a vase
And we sit and talk
On a bench in the park
He tells me bright things
That should make my heart sing

Yet it doesn't.
It sits.
And through his letters
I see strings of lies
In his flowers
I find bugs and decay
And in his words
Shined up and polished
I'm not clear and certain
To whom his compliments are addressed
For he is a stranger
And all he sees
Is a healthy body
Yet I am a girl
With a heart and a soul
The stranger tries his hardest
To unwrap the wrappings
And untie each ribbon
To reveal this great gift
That I hide
Very deeply
But I must leave
Before he succeeds

For in death
I find greater comfort
Than to be lied to,
And viewed as
Means to pleasure

By a stranger,
A darkened stranger.

My Heart

My heart sits inside your hands
Quietly, she beats and waits
Wondering if you'll pick her up
And hold her in a special place
She may not be
The finest heart-
She has a couple
Cracks and breaks
But you would be
Amazed to see
The caring warmth
That she creates
And even though
She may be small
Inside she's full
Of purest love
And she could pour it
Out for you
If you'd hold her
With softest glove
Just give her time-
Don't hold too tight
And she will show you
Magic things
For Love runs in her
Swelling veins
Unending in its'
Spilling springs.

:)

Clay

I am not a potter
And you are not
Made of clay
I can't just shape and mold you
Into everything
I want and need
For you are already
Taking shape
And the shape I've seen
Is beautiful
Like sunlit gems on a glassy beach
Yet definitely not
The shape I need
So I'll let you go
So you can grow
Into anything you wish
I'll let you go
So my ideas and dreams
Won't haunt your thoughts
And box up your actions
I'll let you go
Even though these tears
Soak my sheets
As I cry each night
Under black-burnt dreams
For before I knew
You were not for me
I wished and wished
That you could be.