Can I be the wind that touches my face?
Can I be the one who gives me grace?
Could I be that rock which sits there in form?
Maybe in the next life, if I were reborn.
I had no eyes to witness, how could I see?
The millions of particles which existed as me.
Should I pray to the heavens, oceans or seas?
Shelled in a power greater than me.
The smaller I get the simpler it can be.
God is either everything or nothing I see.
When you believe that you know something at all,
That is when you continue to fall.
And when I can say, I don’t know!
God becomes everything or nothing at all.
-Laura M. 41 days