poem 88

"I put all my sins on paper

read them to my creator

he said you were forgiven before you were born

and I was turned into vapor 

God inhaled me 

I was taken through his respiratory system

I became his oxygen

went to his brain and saw his wisdom

my mind couldn't comprehend

the images of eternity

my intuition grew

and I knew internally

that all of creation is divine

perfect by nature

I knew my life was more

something greater

he exhaled me

forgave me

and made me back solid

the way he made me."