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There Is A God Inside Me That Does Not Die

by Aline Fourier


There is a God inside me

that does not die,

a wildflower garden

spraying infinite colors

on the canvas of earth.

Touch me,

touch me deep inside

my sleeping spirit

that plays hide and seek

with my living, my dying.

You leap from behind a tree

with moments, laughing brooks

that go on forever.

Playful dancing spirit,

shadow of elven beings,

trick me

into dense green flesh,

forests and soles on dewy wetness.

There is a God inside me

that does not die

into monotone,

feelings on the lens

of my waking,

the soft heart of sunlight,

whispers of a deep, bubbling well

that kiss my parched lips awake,

cool quenching spirit.

There is a God inside me

that does not die.

My hands slip into

the silence with you,

walking,

laughing,

dreaming,

singing through my bones

an old familiar song,

There is a God inside me

that does not die.


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