Noah

I stand naked on the threshold of a new reality, unsure of where I am going.
The rumble of existence vibrates around me, like overpowering waves in the dark of night.
I am tumbled and tossed but I must step, just one step they keep telling me,
just take a step and you will be in the light.
The darkness clears way and the blue sky permeates my being, 
the suns rays stream into my heart.
In the appearing light my eyes are blinded by its power,
and once again darkness descends and its waters crash all around me.


Do we think that it is different, that Yah is above all of this, without feeling; 
sitting up on his imperial throne looking down in amusement? 
Don’t you see? 
There is no difference in the pain you feel, 
the fractured self split into thousands of pieces. 
God too fractured, shattered, split amongst us all, 
like the sliver of ice in the snow queens heart.
The shard slowly penetrates until our fracture becomes its totality,
before we can recognize that our fracture, has become God’s.
The queen tries to make amends, melting the shards with the warmth of the sun. 
It is too late, our eyes are blinded, our hearts hardened by the pain remembered. 
Even by the light of the sun we are being pulled down under the waves
tossing and turning until we stop and notice that as above so below.

If we are in pain, if we are tumbling, so is God.
And the only thing left is to find the compassion that comes with pain.
And fall back into our own loving arms 
as we wrap Yah in our embrace and cry together.
Praying that our tears joined will melt hearts 
and birth a new world.