Tonight, I told my daughter that God is alive
In her body.
No one ever said that to me.
Instead, people told me all about the Commandments,
Ten of them.
Also, Seven –
Some handful of Beatitudes
And what a fuck-up Eve could be.
God breathed God’s breath into the human body,
in order to make a living being.
Genesis says so.
It’s the first written words about human beings
in my own tradition.
This gorgeous scene.
A man and a woman, made from dust.
Through their nostrils, they are filled
With God’s breath.
And when the breath of God leaves
and each of us,
we are returned again
But what of the time between?
While God’s breath is breathing Itself in us,
how holy can we be?
You’ve heard it said, “mercies are new each morning”,
but I tell you,
New mercies ride in on each breath.
In each of us.
No one knows what to do next.
But, I told my daughter what I wish
someone had told me.
Listen for God in your body, sighing softly.
Feel God, too.
That rhythm, the movement in and out,
filling up and letting go.
Rupture and repair.
Expansion and contraction.
Every cell and atom in the universe is dancing like this.
Later, I will tell her even more subversive things.