When God Comes Home to the Body
the Infinite is happy,
having a home,
a welcoming,
a warm place upon His own Earth.
When God comes home to the body,
He sings, like a little child
opening a present:
God, opening our body,
stretching out,
birthing, becoming real
to our senses once again.
Then innocent eyes open
within each cell —
and the body laughs —
and God laughs in our blood,
each place She flows,
cool or hot,
north or south,
God in the flesh,
laughing like little silver fish
laugh in clear water,
God laughing, our body
innocent and happy:
God laughing through
our faces
into the world.
Poem © Blake Steele 2004