a poem for january

the divine is close by

I sit at the intersection of hope and sorrow
curiosity and despair
wretchedness and belief in something greater

my fingers type without the aid of my eyes
and I teeter here
in that 
maybe, 
we’ll see, 
what if
what’s next, holy shit field
of possibility

I am in a freefall of faith
down a black hole, but it’s full of stars
I am looking to you, universe, 
for the next best indicated 
action
when I say 
“I offer myself to thee”
Thee….
do you copy?
I’m listening
you say, jump 
Imma jump

yes
I will
yes
Source universe
I’m looking for the next 
Yes
I feel it coming like an earthquake under this ancient ground
a yes that finds me in a little house in a little town on a giant breeze
these are the trades my friend, and they are not kidding

and I’m waiting
and I’m sitting
and I’m sure

the birdsong is pretty convincing
the sweetness of the air pretty compelling
the safety in my gut has a story
I lift my mind to the shiny truth that I am a child of god
Universe
Source
Higher power 
Yes
Yes?
Yes

and so it is.


- Jane Morgan - 1/ 20/ 2022