The Eye in the Sky

Eye in the Sky



All milk and smoke, the winter sky arcs overhead
rimmed by bare branches of trees

Lie down beneath it
like a hard brown chrysalis
on the dry ground

and look up
Stare at the pearly white eyeball staring back at you
with its branching network of nerves
through which the vision of yourself travels
to the unfathomable resting mind behind the eye

Marvel that you ever bother to cry out
to the God who turns this eye on his creation
and feel the chill of it all
in the tiny chrysalis that is you

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I can't leave it like this.

There's a saying that if God seems far away, who moved?

I have done my share of moving away. Returning. That waltz.

I'm in a clinch now. Hugging my Higher Power close. All is well so long as I stay here.

When I saw the date of this post, 12/12, I thought of what has saved my life. Twelve Steps, Twelve Traditions. This is the day of an AA open house in our home. I'll be stepping into a hostess role from morning till night falls.

It's been a maniac week with magazine deadlines and prep on the house. But today, when the people come, and I watch them drink my coffee, eat our hams and desserts, I'll feel so much a part of, no longer apart from.

Can I get an Amen, somebody?