People ask me how I know God.
I have met between Her the spaces of my lofted shoulders, I have met Her between the gaps of my many beautiful eyes,
I have met Her between the spaces of my ribs, and I could meet Her in the spaces between yours if you would like And.
She has smiled at my gap teeth and crooked wings
She has given me words and songs so sacred I could never show you.
But here we are anyways
The people nearest to me wonder why I do not pray as loudly as they do, why do my words not ring against their church bells
I whisper to them that my praise for Her is not for you.
As you all notice you cannot see my gapped teeth. Or crooked wings My numerous beautiful eyes Or my fiery palms Or flood water feet
You cannot see my numerous ends and beginnings.
The things that make me both Holy and Human