We Are All God's Poems recited live in a dark and crowded cosmos flowing freely at the bar ice and glass clink spirits stronger in the shadows. Whatever whirling chaos in the background fades to formless when the divine face hovers over the mic. Let there be you and me alight with attention, three minutes not an eternity but eternally alive in each other's memory. All beloved poems eventually get read at funerals, our lives summed in a few short lines. What are we, but spoken Word, easily chilled by the cold void? And it was so good, anyway, the warm cloud of breath lingering, vapor and steam float briefly then drop let's return not to dust but to the dark. We listen so much better there.
Katy Shedlock is a Methodist pastor and church planter in Spokane, WA. Her work has been featured online by Pontoon Poetry, Earth & Altar, and Line Rider Press.
Amethyst Review 
In We Are All God’s Poems, I like the juxtapositions of cold void and warm breath, and dust and dark. A lot goes on at a reading at a bar.
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Some captivating imagery here. I like the line, “what are we but spoken Word”.
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