Face of God

Julia, I keep your sweet picture

Up on the high sacred shelf

You never came down like rain

On my salty surrealed face

Never put into a drawer,

with the unspeakable pain

I know your darkest eyes

Casting your look of infinity

I have your newborn lips, memorized

Yet the mother who birthed you

into this world of uncertainty

HER face! I do not recognize

I sense HER primal ache weathered

I know HER concavity of being gutted

I feel HER grief once untethered

Yet cannot see HER bereaved face—shattered

Julia, I keep your sweet picture

Up on the high sacred shelf

Even though your face, holds ALL change

Pulling back through, into the infinity

My daughter you became my ancestor

As if you knew how this would all re-arrange

I sense your Wild creature’s prance

I know your Wisdom of beyond the suffer

I feel your Magic of LOVEs presence

I see your face of god, my cosmic birther

Oh my how our intimacy with Infinite

Inversion of womb, swirls my creativity

Pulling back through umbilical cosmic

Sensing my evolution sourced by divinity

The Face of God appearing

As intimate as newborn baby

As alien as The Mystery

As Wild as any creature

As familiar as own mirror

Oh HER shattered face! I do not recognize

Yet The shattering of me is what SEEs

The Face of God—

seeing the unseen in all-that-is

through shards of light

Love Rock painted by artist Deborah Jane Milton

Www.DeborahMiltonArtist.com