I am so small I can barely be seen
How can this great love be inside of me

Look at your eyes
They are small
But they see enormous things

Something opens our wings
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear
Someone fill the cup in front of us
We taste sacredness

Happy but not from anything that happens
Warm but not from fire or a hot bath

Light. I register zero on a scale

I have lived on the lip of insanity
Wanting to know reasons
Knocking on a door it opens
I’ve been knocking from inside

Sometimes visible
Sometimes not
Sometimes devout Christian
Sometimes staunchly Jewish
Until our inner love fits with everyone

My work is to carry this love
as comfort
for those who long for you

To go everywhere you’ve walked

And gaze into every eye that seeks to behold you