{Poem} Rays of God

I saw rays of God through my front door and instantly wanted to worship him. Not a variety of hues around me; only yellows and oranges…the color of hope.

WHY am I up so early? I’m off work and even the busy streets surrounding me are all null/none/nari.

My body feels alive as it is welcoming oxygen in every part that was stiff from last nights death. No breaks from this fast yet. No hydration or vitamins to combat the decay.

I give in to the urges of cat like stretches and yawns; my bones creak, my muscles thank me. My skin is dry and smooth as I run my fingers across my arms. My hair a wooley mess…a mane I’ll never tame.

Through my door I still see God seeping in. I hear him in the silence. I feel him in the not so warm spring breeze. I know him. I want to worship him.

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