The Reverend

They say God
in the human heart
fills every crevice of
the soul with
unstoppable,
indescribable,
unceasing and true joy.

Is he, then
my God?
My fairy, not an angel
but all purity and wonder
of things natural and concocted
concentrated into one being,
glowing and beautiful.
What a poor disguise
that so many fail to
see through.

The question of your
story, your identity
will continue to plauge,
but I feel like I
already know, I
have always known.

And I will never forget,
you who have shown me
the light and brought me tears.
You are my piper,
lead me hypnotically
and I will follow blindly
because I know that
I am not blind,
not really.

For how can she
be blind, who has
the song within her?