Here God lives, burrowing among
the petals, cross-
pollinating. Here is Christ’s mind
juiced, joined, fleshed, celled.

Here is the clash,
the roil, an invasion, not gentle
as dew; the rose is unfurled
violently until the scent explodes
and detonates in the air

And oh, it trembles—
thousands of seeds ripen in it as
it reels in the wind.
~Luci Shaw from “Flower Head”

I often awake with my mind as askew as my hair,
brushing away the cobwebs of dreams,
smoothing down ever present worries,
curling the whiff of long forgotten memories.

And I realize these same molecules transmitting thoughts
also carried Christ’s while He walked this earth,
the earthbound inner thoughts of God Himself,
borne by His creative integration of chemistry and ions,
through millions of electrical explosions per second.

My mind is ready to burst with the thought of it:

Here God lives, here He thinks, here He loves,
here He is – always.

Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.
Matthew 28, v.20
I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. Yet a little while, and the world seeth me no more; but ye see me: because I live, ye shall live also. Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. At that day ye shall know that I am in the Father, and ye in me, and I in you. He that hath my commandments, and keepeth them, he it is that loveth me: and he that loveth me shall be loved of my Father, and I will love him. Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
John 14, vv. 18–21, 27