The Great Mystery
​Went to Church One Day
by  Carol Hannum

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I am brimming with wonder today.
I fill my mind with that
instead of what I think I know.


wonder is empty
and offers
a place
where
the heart can go.


I know about everything
does not stir my heart.
even
saying “Sacred Geometry”
to a pinecone
does not stir my heart,
but listening to a sunflower breathing and
watching the agreements made by starlings
waving then shifting in the sun
stir my heart.


wonder is a question written in a cloud
that does not ever ask for an answer.

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answers to questions
are only pacifiers to the suckling mind.
what is true is the tale told by
the barn owl
outside my window
and the music of tiny green frogs
in the cool reeds
of an ancient pool.
    

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​Went to Church One Day


After many years
went to church
which
didn’t
help
my
hangover
 any.
Headache
 and
 knees on hard board
spine folding up
listening
to words like
“sin”
right and left hand of God
 then
“Holy Spirit” a puzzle in my head.
I stop figuring.
I feel like
everyone here is
looking for God
somewhere
walking through hip-high mud
when God,
very simply
is hidden in the latticework of the atom.
Oh, but that’s not really simple.
God is their daddy look-alike.
Meanwhile the God I know is smiling
inside
all
of
the
smallest
chambers
 of
every
cell.

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