Faith

When I was little I fell asleep to the sound of rain drops hitting newspapers

Allowing ink to seep through sagging rafters

And fall drip by drip onto my face

This is my first taste of language

It wasn’t through resonating vocal cords

Or lead pencil stencils

But from rain cloud, a 3 day old newspaper and the cardboard walls that held them up

And I laid there looking through this weeks latest picture of war

Seeing clouds drift past scribbled on with symbols that meant nothing to me

But the steady sound of words shattering across my forehead

Staining my hair in black left over residue from dying descriptions

Listening to the skies booming voice teaching me each symbol with flashing lights

This was the first time I saw god
The second well that didn’t involve words but syllables

Moaning the letters a and o

I learned both that first day

But I couldn’t grasp their full purpose

As I laid there staring up through clouds and stars and truth

Or maybe something like it

cause every generations seems to have to re label that shit

And I can’t figure out what’s fact or fiction anymore

But it doesn’t matter cause I know what is real

And what I saw was life

Streaming out words in all languages saying things like

Tomorrow is a new day and it’s bringing the ladder

Pumping out sweet moments that build the foundation of heartache

Creating great deeds and the men they come to be associated with

This is creation

Words streaming from the inside out

Built upon a single moment

When darkness became self aware

Instantly decided it was lonely

And bang

Lights flash and the fabric begins

Flung out over a million billion years until it came back to me

A simple story written down in rain cloud

An explanation of why

Scratched down in the sky with star dust

Trying to Tell it all to a 5 year old

Wide eyes open looking up

Reading off hidden bible verses revealed only by rain

Fused to the spot even though mom says to come in

This

Is the first time I felt clean

Staring back at god

listening to words I had no hope to understand

but still I laid

Ears pointed up

goofy grin that stretched miles

and hands pinned to my sides just listening

Being taught my first language

Each and every nuance

Being stunned with each word

Repeating them softly under my breath

Too ashamed to speak

Because I still have an accent

But I don’t need to say anything anyways

Cause my native tongue is simple

It’s faith