I – Fear and trembling
Any good Californian knows
to be afraid of days that shake.
I’m afraid of days that shake,
of days so holy, you can’t stand still.
I’m afraid of books that shake open
and read themselves.
I’m afraid I won’t find my name
on the pages of the book.
I’m afraid of things that make
the angels afraid
that highlight the guilt,
of even the angels
II – God judges us
This is where we learn how we’ll go
Who by old age? Who before they’ve
had the opportunity to be old?
Before a single wrinkle comes to visit?
Who by failed election?
Who by blaming the other side?
Who by menage a-hurricane?
Who by the climate changing them
right off the Earth? Who by
freak paper-cut accident?
You never know. You never know
how you’ll go, until your gone
and then what can you
say about it?
III – We are helpless
In case you didn’t know
you are a walking, living,
breathing sack of dust.
You have always been this dust
and when you forget how to talk
you will dissipate in the wind.
So if you were wondering
when was the time to say you’re sorry
it is now, before the wind
takes your breath away.
IV – God is enduring
If we could say Your name
it’s all we would ever say.
It’s how we would order our coffee.
It’s the only command we’d tell
our Siris and Alexas. It’s the only
thing that could have the potential
to replace the word love. Or maybe
that’s been Your name this whole time.
Thank You for putting even one vowel
of Your name into ours.
It is the smallest glimpse