The Spirit searches everything
Endless darknesses of deep space and sea
Verify something super holy’s going on
Even when your lost-in-the-middle life
Needs a shot of sanctity.
Take your mind, for instance.
How long has it been since a new note or color
Ebbed at the edges of it, or you
Dredged up one of those groaning prayers only
Egrets and demons understand? The biggest
Part of the problem is just getting out of bed—
Taking your meds and hauling a comb through your
Hair. But even that can launch your legion into
Swine, or turn your cortisol into a fine merlot
Or bind up your broken heart in the whirling
Fringe of his hem. Watch. When there’s nothing
Going for you, God will flip himself inside
Out, toss his guts on the floor, and only you will
Divine it. That’s kind of the point.
