A poem by Stan

If God is everywhere,
Then isn’t he in you?
Eye and skin,
Brain fires raging,
Corpuscles churning,
And why not?

From all the mad swirl of universe
From all the parts of protons
That we will never count
Energy finds energy-
Energy begets energy
And weaves together all you can see
Even that which we call granite,
What we see as fixed
Just a sojourn together in the many paths of eternity;

Rock pummeled by running water
Ground to soil fine enough,
Blown through deserts,
Over mountains and down,
To fields that grew the corn
Your father and mother ate
Before they came to assemble you,
Your cells, gathered from all the world
All given to you down to quarks you cannot count
Dancing through those atoms
Swirling in your brain
Your fingertips,
The photon penetrating your eye.
If God is not there,
Then where has he gone?
If God is not in you,
Where else does she hide?
Then why don’t you
God and you,
Have that chat, that talk-
Hear him say
That he is in your brother, too
And your sister,
All around you.
You cannot find
The centimeter God skipped,
The mind that was all,
Not one of old Walt’s blades
Or the space between the blades,
Even when divided to eternity.
Your talk:
Those limits that bind,
The eyes that fail,
The grip gone soft and fat.
We live in the moment of a breath
Intake and outflow
Echoing the riffing of the seashore
The blindness of the rain
And the next breath,
A new world.
You, we, us, all
Are in the fall
Of consequence
Radiating from that first Word
The OM rounding
The present moment
The skin on the bubble
Of time on which we ride
Of which we are
Parcel and part

The emenation.