In the Kingdom of God
The hummingbird wears emeralds
As she offers her heart
To the falcon.
In the KofG
The snail traces a labyrinth
On the sidewalk.
Follow it with your eyes
Without blinking,
And it is the same as crawling to
The City of God
And back
On your knees.
In the KofG
Sunlight thick with gold
Butters the bricks across the alley.
It flows upward –
Honey defies gravity into the sky –
To meld with the sun that falls to meet it.
In the KofG
The goldfinch perches on the sunflower
To gorge on the swirling mandala
She herself creates.
In the KofG
The wet tap of heaven on my window
Is not the wet trap
That drives me inside for the day.
It is the song of the clouds made manifest.
In the KofG
My last breath is sweetened by
Kingly gifts:
Golden thankfulness and mirth.
Jon Bell 