You spoke to me
(Though not in as many words)
God, I just can’t contain
This feeling of joy!
Feel I’m gonna burst
It’s all gonna burst out of me!
You’ve opened my eyes
Just that little bit more
And moved my feet
Just one more step.
Oh God,
Such a small advance,
But it makes me feel
My journey feels half over –
I know it was you
I know you directed my steps!
© Rosalie Miller 2006
This is God
This little box
Introduce yourselves
“Hello there”
This is God.
Then my box meets your box
And my box
Must expand.
And so the process repeats
From birth to death.
What remains to me at the end?
More understanding.
Yet at the same time
Less.
The knowledge
The more I know about you, God,
The more remains to know.
No box can hold my God
He splits the universe apart.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Where did all my certainty go?
I thought as I got older
I would know more,
I would be more sure.
Yet here I am
Your black
Keeps mixing with my white
I feel I am left
In darkness muddled grey.
I couldn’t live in black and white
But grey
Seems to tear me apart.
And I worry
God,
What if you only accept purest white…
© Rosalie Miller 2006
