Envision, Power

I imagine that God can hear me.

Even from the gutters my voice floats above the clouds to reach her.

I close my eyes and unleash a barrage of request upon her.

I wonder if in short I’m telling her she’s not doing her job well.

Still, she smiles upon me peeling my eyelids open everyday to catch the sun rising.

She casts light on the world around me exposing the beautiful devastation that is life.

I imagine her eyes are hidden under her wild, mysterious bushels of wooly hair but still…

She looks down at me piercing and infusing my soul with curiosity and longings.

I imagine, she demands me to thirst for a space quite different from our current state.

I’m quiet with my eyes glued to the sky waiting for her voice to boom down instructions.

But her voice is always the loudest when my eyes are averted from the sky and directed towards the mirror.

I imagine that she doesn’t sound too different from me, God.

But sometimes I even tune myself out.

I imagine she rejoices every time I soak up her utterances that beam down on me

I envision her eyes unleashing replenishing tears that drop on my head when I inevitably contradict us and am reminded of just how human I am.

Sometimes these tears from her are as gentle as lukewarm water being poured over a baby’s head at bath time.

Other times the downpour can be as firm as a loving smack a mother delivers to the back of the head as a way of telling you to get yo shit together.

I imagine that she sees our relationship as important.

I see our relationship as important.

I imagine she see’s me as a rebel child, who knows better but…

Still doesn’t know how to do better.

She instills power in me that tingles under my black skin and sometimes gives me goosebumps.

I imagine she chuckles as I marvel at the power of Angela, Kathleen, Ella, Huey, Bobby, Fred, Stockley, Shirley and so many others.

I imagine she shakes her head as I sometimes fail to see the power infused in them has sparked the power that has also been given to me.

I know she is patient.

I imagine she watches me closely. Keeping my thoughts grounded.

I imagine she gets frustrated with my insensate behavior and yet I know she still loves me.

I imagine that even from the gutters my God has charged my voice with so much potential…

It shoots up from the slums…

Into the sky…

Breaks through the clouds…

Tears through the cosmos…

And lands to fill her ears.

Even though I don’t always get an immediate answer back.

She shows me she is still listening…

And can hear me.