they tell us
there are billions &
billions of suns
suspended
in empty space
yet we are not
an orphaned blue planet
in a void
for our known-&-unknowable God
is
with us––
in the dark
mud of the grave
in the love
that keeps memory
sacred
& in our sobbing grief
as He holds us like
children in his arms
He is our father
& our father’s
father
He is our heart
of hearts
before & after earthly
time
It is He who made us––
not things––
but prayers
we are rightful children
of immense
creation
& we know
our dear mother’s
smile
always & every
where
brothers & sisters
of all that could ever
be––
all
in the family