Like a river

I slept

Finally. And woke up to God.

It’s a strange thing to realize that he is as close to me,

Closer even

Than the blanket stretched over my body and most of my head

He is in my ribcage.

My spirit is awake to day to it, the confusion at bay, the coffee pouring a touch of anxiety into

hands and bloodline

But besides that, I’m still. At rest.

It is somedays a fulltime job to return to the place where the aching is replaced with peace

But when it comes,

It is worth the wrestling to get here.

All is well.