The Presence of God
A follicle-raising haiku inspired by the first time I felt angels in a room with me, together with that story
Goosebump raising surge kinetic energy says God present for all
Note: “present” is a double entendre
In 1996, during my first and mostly forgotten foray into the 12-Stepverse, the rehab took us to a “meeting.” The speaker told the story of his suicidal ideation. He had terrible insomnia along with alcoholism. He would stay up nights, drinking in his basement, planning his family-annihilation suicide. He spent many a night meticulously planning for and rigging the boiler to explode to take out himself, his wife, and his children as his family slept. Then, the night he was ready to pull the switch, he fell asleep. At that moment of listening to him tell that story, I felt a follicle exciting, hair-raising surge of energy. For the first time, I felt the presence of God in my life. A presence I later forgot about for too long, but God never forgot about me.
I told that story here in my suicide attempt prevention poem and essay:
If you will not read a 17-minute piece even though it has received by far the most claps, comments and reading time of any of my work, here are two shorter ones:
In Rama I create, with soul-energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,
