the god hole


who is that walking from the fog

I think it's God

coming out of a mystic's heart

coming out of tall pines

deep within canyon lines

of my own hand.


fierce as Lightning

gentle as Moth

cracked as Egg

breathing as Hummingbird


as Buffalo.


You, were in me all along

singing tenderly


then into

a basin of blue

this woman's eye

the entire sky

of us.


I surrender

I surrender, Great Spirit.


God, what keeps you out

and keeps me in

has passed through

the screen door

as rain.


There is a name

for the empty place

in the heart of us

to be filled

with grace -


The God Hole.