The First Day

She's still sore.
God hurt her.
Bringing God into the world hurt her.
Pain.
Delivery is painful.

He's finally started crying.
Out of the mouths of babes.
Praise ordained.
God is so small right now.
God cant walk.
Cant feed Himself.

I need a God I can wrap my arms around.
Forget my mind.
Something tangible.
A baby.
Squeeze.
Smell.
Snuggle.
Embrace.
Kiss.
Sing.
Rock.
Pat.
Calm.
Whisper.
Bounce.
Change.
Clean.
Clothe.
Feed.

He's overwhelmed.
Baby made him.
How does he father Him?
Made in Baby's image.

Laughing now.
Dont think too hard.
Show Him to the neighbors.
Oriental lords.
Shepherds.
Animals.

Husband.
Wife.
Child.
God.
Earth.
Flesh.
Bone.
Blood.

Reflection

I hate my friends.
I wish they would all change,
do things differently.
I wish they were'nt so complicated.
Perhaps less emotional,
Or maybe that's my problem.
I wish I never knew some of them.
Some of them I cant imagine living without,
Although I still wish we had never met.
How can so many beautiful people be so screwed up?
They say the things you criticize about others
Are usually the things you cant stand about yourself.
So here's to my friends,
those relentless mirrors.
I suppose if I change
you all will look so much better to me.