i wanna
touch god
where he lives
if it's silence
or vibration.
i wanna reach
out to see
if he is real.
like when you
skin a knee
or break a beer
bottle on the side
walk and hear it
smash.
i wanna smell god
like the sun when it's
hot and yellow.
i wanna see god
like emptiness.
that rainbow moment
when something means something:
when the east is pitchblack
and the western sky
is just right.
yeah!
like a rainbow.
i wanna touch god
feel him
like bactine in
a cut.
i wanna feel him,
strong as loneliness.
i wanna feel god
like when i hurt.
when i see something
like that dead crow yesterday...
like roadkill...
like when that true love one died,
the one that haunt's my dreams...
the one i really DID love.
the one i haven't gotten over yet.
This one belongs in a book. Of your poems. (with the rest of them) . 'where he lives in silence or vibration'- exquisite. All the attributes and seasons of god are like flavors we want to experience for whatever reason- maybe so we can finally become whole, and not feel like we are merely pieces of a scattered train wreck?
A poem with different taste, love it. God is everywhere, we can feel...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, this is the second poem by r. james that I've read- and also the second that I've loved! I think I'll read some more! (And that from a devout agnostic!)