Imagine you could hear God reciting scripture
A hundred thoughts went off in my head
Not all of them pleasant
Yet I drank in his words
Past the constriction in my throat
The copper aftertaste of dogma
And the knot in my gut
Maybe that is exactly what we are hearing
Right now
In the stillness of the night
In the birdsong of the dawn
Maybe it is God reciting scripture
On the street corner busking for a buck
In the marketplace hustling for a bite
Dinner for two or three or more
Maybe it is God whispering scripture
Through the lips of family members and lovers
When they betray themselves
When they betray one another
Because even betrayal is sacred
Because every stepping stone to forgiveness
Is a sacred ascension to a higher plane
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