There is Everything
Several weeks ago now, I wrote a devotion.
Today my brain pulls out the line,
beyond saying that there is a season
for everything,
this Scripture says only
that there is
everything.
Everything,
my body emotes,
letting the ripples of
everything take on deeper meaning.
I pull in the lyric,
“I hear you as you speak your truth,
worlds below the words you used.”
“…baby when you’re strong enough,”
Celine Cairo sings.
Worlds below.
Words used.
Everything.
Strong enough.
Show me.
when.
My soul takes hold of each
set of compound words
and draws them close to my chest.
Near my frenetic body
and my calm heart
I hold a 60 inch Hoberman sphere
in front of my mouth,
as I motion
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
inhale inhale inhale inhale
….eeeeeccccchhhhhaaaaaaaaaallllllllleeeee.
I view the matter expressed as breath.
Large enough that my whole fetal position
fits within a shell of colored plastic
as it stretches out in front of me.
My body fits here,
and much is still invisible.
And, there is everything.
There is what time has done.
There is what space has done.
There is what prayer has done.
There is what armor of cells have done.
There is what breathing,
and interrupted breath
has done.
I view the matter expressed as breath.
Large enough that my nephew
draped over my younger niece
fit inside with their popcorn bowl.
Casually their relationships to everything
won’t be identical to mine.
Somehow what is ours
isn’t what is mine and yours.
It’s something else entirely,
and still a part of everything.