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