The little time I spent with God

Skies troubled
And somehow full of certain promise,
A movement East.
I woke up easy and new.
No more of that insistent blue.
And, she was inside me.
And, I at once knew her.
Her face, her carraige and gait.
I tried to reach for her,
But, she was slightly outside.
Every question I ever had,
She answered,
With open arms,
And a heavenly smile,
I sat in awestruck wonder,
Plunder
Through it all,
She gave me life.
Not, in the way Christians make you think,
Just in her breath,
There were Earth oils,
And jasmine,
And beauty.
I reveled in her warmth.
And she began to move away,
And, I began to understand my purpose,
And, to understand that life is only for that
purpose.
We'll go when we figure it out.
I love her.
She is not for me who they make her to be.
She is full of light and love,
And peace,
And does not wish to be feared.
And, those gray skies
Move back westward,
And, she was gone.
I was changed.
I am new.

Jason Christopher Johnson
November 29, 2010