ways in and ways through

folding, unfolding like cloth layers deep fabric of years behind m

i have been telling you
it’s not ways in, it’s ways
through, vine and branches
won’t dry when you’re trying
to open up to the unseen (true)

promise written in palms
open i wait and watch them
fold and unfold and fold again
not one wish unnoticed, forsaken

and i am undoubtably listened to
by a force that holds universes in 
motion, oceans of stars, unblinking
witnesses to a great counselor counseling,

forgetting modes of thinking me small—
i am so so small that i’m baffled how
huge my influence might be when
i speak your name or say again
the prayer you’re praying or bow
a knee, launching free into mystery

an expanse of unseen, the very fabric
of the live of all living, throbbing
in a face like mine, breathing
air we share, drinking wine, standing 
unhindered, unfettered, free, seated too,
behind the veil of belief, just
You, me, You.

i am so so whole and resting on the back
of God, carried like a sack of sod, ready
to be buried, unburied, and asleep by eight,
to be my father’s child, that’s everything

to me, folding, unfolding like cloth layers deep
fabric of years behind me, before i woke to
what might be, i found a way in wasn’t just
the way through, ways must advance to 
personhood, ways must become,
You, me, You.