​God Is An Exile

Heaven is a place that

You’ll hear before you see.

Half-awake, eyes twitching,

Remembering me.

Remember me? And the deep sea?

And the shore and the shallow paddling?

I still love your smile; the echoes

Of your laugh. The sun in your hair and all my memories’ maddening

torturous –

Wake up. Wake up.

The sound of silence.

There’s someone in the house.

You open your child eyes and

You see what I’m about.

Mine are a style of

Feral defiled, closely reviled

Lovelessness.

And

It breaks my heart

You’ve come so far so hurt to

Meet your maker while… Son,

God is an exile.