god is the dirt
I’m closer to god,
whatever
that is,
When I’m digging in the dirt.
It’s just pure evidence,
that life comes from death.
That matter is not destroyed,
just repurposed.
That all living things are connected.
That we all possess the history
of the billions of years
of earth’s existence,
of our existence.
Maybe,
all the differences,
all of our struggles
to decide
who is right
who is wrong.
To decide
what to believe
and why.
Maybe,
they could all be resolved,
if,
we just recognize,
that god is the dirt.
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I love this!
Yes! I second this poem. Very nicely done.
I third this poem
God is not above but below
All ritual
Is a prayer for crops to grow
I fourth this! ?….. after all, where would we all be…..without dirt?
And I will fifth it for I am going to Guatemala to dig Maya dirt.
I sixth this as I scrub the hands of a 4 year old who just planted flowers.
Always feel better after working in the dirt!
It grounds me (no pun intended!)
Nice!!