We are all talking about the same God/ you and I

(your round prayers so beautiful (sit beside the window (a row

of spiral shells ))) I am seeing what whispers

look like   this new day started beside light

beside its lumens cloaking me from cold's sadness

when all the creatures around me sleep

If God is in everything    your God/my God

who are the same    I am sitting on God

who is blue and soft and covered in fleece

blankets    God supports my spine    God

is my spine today as I stretch to take down

strings of God-light    take down the glow-hum

the angel put in a box    put into the space above

my head closer to where

God is said to be    I will walk into

the cold God-air    into its thankfulness I'll have

a momentary God's-eye-view of the Earth and I will

take every Broken    and make it beautiful

again    take my arms    whirl them

into grace's field    into the knowing

I never changed in the center where I am

un-broken    I am still

there