#liminalapocalypse

[liminalapocalypse]

How we lose track of eternity when we're in love. _God

[liminalapocalypse]

proverbial air

The night sky is a banner over us; starless and storm-laden the air weighs on our lungs tonight as we all collectively agree to believe in what we breathe tonight. If a second chance lingers like the weight in the pause of silent anticipation of each next breath, then God is found in everyone of them. Even prayers are found in our breaths; etched along the insides of veins in red a crimson chord that binds us all to this earth as she bleeds, breeds, breathes us to life. Climbing that starry dynamo of my DNA finding solace among the moon and stars; looking down searching for the edges of the atlas; don't we all search more meaning in the collective moments to give meaning to the landmarked whirlwind of the busyness we call home.

Putting my faith in the eye of a storm; teach me how to surrender to the things I cannot control or find in my own reflection. That is the wisdom found in the salty ashes of stars' graves along the shores of Babylon.