Heavenly Bodies – a poem by Aviva Satz-Kojis

Heavenly Bodies

God is not real
or maybe he is
or maybe she is
or maybe
God is dead.

God is a baby
sick and frail
with an empty face
and a silent deafening mouth

God does not have eyes,
neither do the trees,
but God watches me
when I stare into the sun
grow roots in the mud
swim in the sky
God sees it all.

But the trees open their arms,
embrace me,
surround me in their omnipotence.


Aviva Satz-Kojis is a writer and student from Ann Arbor, Michigan. In her free time she enjoys spending time with friends outside, riding her bicycle, and doing gymnastics.


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