Close to the Ground
I choke on the word spirituality.
Not so much on the reality
but the sometimes solitary focus
on the ethereal, mystical, and utterly
invisible. I lose my way in the mist.
My spirit hums closer
to the ground, often emerges
with mud on its face. It scrounges
truth among the mushrooms and
lichen. Peels off labels from
discarded tin cans, and there among
the roaches and other vagrants,
finds its theology in funky
configurations. Prefers single
syllable words and saints
with sullied reputations.
Loves it when Jesus plays
with little kids. Joins him
for hot dogs and Kool-Aid
during the prayer. Sometimes
to say "Amen."
Nancy Thomas from Close to the Ground