god is ugly-pretty
dangling our wishes from a tall, tall tree
and looking down at us, unfriendly-seeming at first.
then you remember to look twice, and find that even in IT’s unabashed brightness, there is a familiar feeling
in that great sun-beam, almighty, and willing to
lift you
crawl into that gigantic hand and let it pull you up from dark surroundings
don’t worry about your form yet, it’s a baby step. that comes later
let the light show you what to express
let the light take you to a feeling of home