And the Word was God
Small word -- god. Like a grunt,
a groan breaking from our throats, pinned beneath our tongues.
Capitalized, modified by the pious --
Used profanely by sinners.
Forgive us, God, this small begrudged word
wedged into our vocabulary as an afterthought.
Words of worldliness -- pleasure, flesh, riches,
savored by our mouths -- luxury, lavish; sexuality,
sumptuousness, triumph, lasciviousness ....
O pilgrim, take god -- that hard nugget of a word
and nurture it in your core
until it breaks you open,
breaks your world apart,
until a tree from its seed grows,
stretches, brushes leaves and branches
against the farthermost ends
of your thoughts, depths, faith,
experience and imagination.
O child of God, in the beginning was the Word ...
and the Word was God.