The matter of Love
You replaced First Cause by Original Whim,
karma’s tripwire rendered moot
where only Love matters (saith my Lord)!
Birds made of sky, fish of ocean, songs of silence,
trees of clay like Adam the walking tree
or the walking Fish, the tree-bearing Jesus
stumbling up Calvary Who became
the Silent Master on the Hill,
revivifying every bird feather, tree leaf, song note,
fish scales luminous, iridescent, transparent
with the One and only sacred, vibrant
and ubiquitous matter of Love.
O child of God, your words are birds escaping
through an broken-barred window in the holiness.