What University does to Poetry

Christian Sphere

Laying In the garden,

Leaning into God

I ask

How did I get here? 

The sky is not bigger than normal

Not too many stars until I'm leaving

The weather's nice.

Cool.

The sky is not bigger than normal,

But yet my whole being yearns to be released into it

My chest heaves

As the sky is a hand

Digging in and pulling out my soul

Out of this little Christian sphere I cannot understand. 

Where are the roots?

Where are the minds of these people as they do their foreign traditions

Exclusive in their mystery and happiness

Who am I?

What do I want?

I want to be with you God,

Or I don't want to be alive.

And I guess I don't feel like I'm always with you here.

And I don't know if that makes me broken or not.