Yeah, I lift..
myself alone
through prayer.
I’d do it for you..
but I am no
soothsayer.

Exerting your
own force upon
the weight
of being..
may be
the only way
to speak with
The All-Seeing.

For one may only
train the muscles
that attach to
their own bone.
And that is why I lift
this weight for me,
myself, and I alone.

In quiet solitude,
through rhyme
and meter.
In contemplations
of The All through
sense and reason.

In every dance
I share
and every note
I sing
and every chord
I play.

In every set that I
surmount
and every rep I
push until
my muscles fail.

There liveth God
who doesn’t care
whether we speak
His name in vain.
His skin is tough,
we cannot hurt
His ego.. even if
we test His patience
every single day.

His patience for us
is eternal.. limitless
in flesh and deed.
What is He waiting
for so patiently?
What else.. if not
for all of us to thrive
and love and live.