Inhabit Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

Inhabit



You
inhabit in me,
unmoved -
like a stone,
free
as the sky
flowing day and night.

What have you told the angels?
Will the butterflies come,
and snakes be all gone?

I believe in you
when you swallowed myself
in the spectacle of gold.
In adoration of One Holy God,
I believe in you.

Inhabit
Saturday, September 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
for st. Hannibal; found poem / Emily Dickinson; The Soul Selects Her Own Society; also prompted from wordpress.com
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