She walked right into God and didn’t see herself. Kept talking and walking, never a glance, not even Hello. I stood with the trees, heard you singing, and relaxed into a Peace I haven’t known for some time. In the same afternoon, I screamed. Sit outside with the owls, it’ll all make sense. In pieces, scattered swirls, more than just Up. Or In. Nothing is as it was. Be still. When your toes and your kidneys meet your eyes and your shoulders, the war will begin to end.
Walked Right into God
