All this beauty is of god,
this world we walk in, cringe
and cry. All this beauty is
of god, from smallest speck
to grossest beast to raging
sea to thunderous storm to
breaking heart to unrequited
love to bloody wound to poison
bite to malicious words to hate-
filled rage to most anguished
plea to softest kiss to hardest
fuck to swiftest bullet to deepest
lust to yearning loss to missing
you to questioning me to running
jubilant to crawling despair to
drowning suicide to licking succulent
honey to casting curses to dying
alone to losing everything to seeing
the height of sharp peaks to wallowing
in melancholy to sweet gentle caresses
to soft breath at your neck to brisk
autumn breezes through your hair to
crisp boot steps on fresh snow to the
silence of the eternal sleep to the cold
hard shape of gravestone silhouetted
against tomorrow's new misty light
standing side by side with a lover or a
friend or an enemy or all in one, so lucky
if that may be your gift. Yes, all this
beauty is of god.