Dew and ink

Maybe you know Him by what he ain’t,
I supposed. So, I thought of the least godly thing
I could find: a looking glass.

The one place I know I won’t see him,
I said.

Surprise, bitch,
my reflection said.
Now, take off your feet, you discalced Carmelite.
All the Earth is Holy Ground!

Ever since, I studied kenosis:
turned myself inside out
just to be God
and learn there’s nothing
to be done about it
but forget.

And now, a word from God: