God loafs around heaven,
without a shape
but He would like to smoke His cigar
or bite His fingernails
and so forth.
God owns heaven
but He craves the earth,
the earth with its little sleepy caves,
its bird resting at the kitchen window,
even its murders lined up like broken chairs,
even its writers digging into their souls
even its hucksters selling their animals
even its babies sniffing for their music,
the farm house, white as a bone,
sitting in the lap of its corn,
even the statue holding up its widowed life,
even the ocean with its cupful of students,
but most of all He envies the bodies,
He who has no body.
The eyes, opening and shutting like keyholes
and never forgetting, recording by thousands,
the skull with its brains like eels-
the tablet of the world –
the bones and their joints
that build and break for any trick,
the ballast of the eternal,
and the heart, of course,
that swallows the tides
and spits them out cleansed.
He does not envy the soul so much.
He is all soul
but He would like to house it in a body
and come down
and give it a bath
now and then. – Anne Sexton
like love these words for some reason, they haunt me today…as i sit here thinking about this…and that….this season of the year when for some of us god is ever present and alarming….i love the idea of god loafing around heaven, thinking about having a smoke or obtaining some useless human habit. the one thing i always wonder about is if god really has any “human” traits at all ?
anyway, i’ve been diligently working on my novel and it has occupied most of my waking moments, my digging into my soul with a jackhammer, which is why i’ve been on vacation here…hopefully that will change, at least the vacation from here part. today i’d just thought i’d share some thought-provoking poetry…inspiration always…