Threshold

beneath your name,

beneath your thoughts,

beneath your lungs

breathing words to 

name those thoughts,

there’s a depth of aliveness,

not outward, not skyward,

not forward, not backward,

just here, you are,

just here, God is

the everything that steadies

everything, stars, trees, and

the aches of existence, 

a ground beneath ground

holding you up, lifting

your ribs into prayer,

pulsing toward transparency,

clarity, and kinship

that can’t be defined,

only evoked.

Be still. Listen.

More is hidden

in the textures of

ordinary experience,

stirring in fierce

silence, waiting 

for your attention.