Taking the Cup

I recently uncovered a lot of old, forgotten files. I imported some of my old blogs here from 2006 to 2010. When I listened to this one again, the glorious feelings that poured into this mystical poem poured into me again, as if no time had passed. The body, every cell, remembered. ~ Eileen

Koyopa Rising

They say that God has angels
To intercede on His behalf.
Because God can’t be bothered
With our everyday lives?
That’s what I was trained to think.
Today I find otherwise.
Now don’t get me wrong
I love the idea of angels
Just like anyone else,
But I figured I’d just try
To call Him direct.
First came a surprise,
All I did was cry…
Couldn’t get a word in

Then in between my fits of pain
I felt some thing…
Something so comfortable
That I had no trouble
Claiming it as mine.
Now in this place
There are no wings and Bible verse,
No divine hero sings to serve
Our addiction to words,
And title of ‘sinner’ in time.

Yet I was more than filled
By taking the cup
Selfishly sucking it in
There was no end
To this delicious drink of Love…
That is,
Until I…

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