Pip

baptized in the rain of the rainbow connection

organs play from the loft where rose

windows loom over us with blue glass

sparkling, but the red flowers bloom,

boom of the organ causing them to burst.

fire from the match that sparks the kindling.

sunrise and sunset as earth circles the Sun.

Spirit breathing life in the people.

to most, just music. just an organ. 

eyes, my eyes, see the dance of the flaming

tongues resting upon us. doves upon the host

miraculous becoming Body, and Spirit

rests in Word made Flesh. and, i just long

to rest secure in the promise of the Rainbow -

no more floods. let me be good enough. 

my ears see duller now. i confessed my rainbow

hymns and tongues of flame and doves.

strange is what they called it, and i buried

talents in the dirt and called them wretched.

grieved my life before i died, and left hope of heaven

long behind in that grave. don’t get on my boat!

lead your people through the desert? call

smarter brains for your bidding! ask 

stronger shoulders to carry your message!

liminal creatures, born women, with longings

for you to transfigure them into some sort of

man-not-manhood are not what you are seeking!

yet, here i am, Lord. with my ink stained

palms open to write the Psalms for every tongue

loosened to sing in whatever key they’re wont to find.

here i am, Lord. with my longing to be incense. 

prayers rising to you from all corners of the Earth

reaching up in transparent twists and turns. an offering

pleasing in its formless dance as it wafts on breezes,

puffs of air, and rests in the hearts of the Faithful. 

here i am, Lord. your raindrop in the rainbow connection.

lover, dreamer, and lost little sailor trying to walk on water,

succeeding for a second only to look down, and drown, on loop,

looney toon like in my grace. 

yet, you bend to remove me from the waves,

wash my scarred up feet, to go along on the way.