My Abraham

I channeled Moses, in the middle of the sky, 

Laughed… explained why the sea went red,

crossing miles and miles with unleavened bread

what we need down below… church in space

Somewhere in the middle of the sky

with no wings and no slaves

to trust ourselves the upside down worship

with no games, no pull, no pits, just outer space

the lights we’d become

to dance so close to heaven

We could watch the rainbow-break-make colored waters.

And we’d go up and down on Jacob’s ladder meet

Jesus on the way… 

My Abraham.  

Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014

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