It may happen that God
comes to you as a woman

bright as an ocean 
lit from below

the borealis of her arms
wisping along the curve 
of space, forming
a dance of falling

her beauty turning
the cells of your body
to honey making
them foam

perhaps she discloses
that she is common
as wild grasses 
and as elegant

show herself ever after
as little more
than a clutter of stars 
above a hillside

and even now
is coming apart



Published: Braided Way -- "Faces and Voices in Spiritual Practice"