With her hair, oblivious:
Extravagant love.
God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
We share divine spark.
I am, says God, and so we
Are unlimited.
Working poverty
Cries softly ‘til exploding
In anger to God.
Mysterious still
Always questioning ever
Quiet gives answers