Blood. When it is in, life and love.

Now,

Resting in
The blood of God,
As his blood,
You try to tell me
That God is, and is in,
My blood.


But,
I do know

That

The blood inside is
Life and love.

And the blood outside is
Death and hate.

God is
Not of any,
But of all his blood cells.

He is not of
Any tongue,
But of all the buds
On his tongue.

He is not
Time bound
To see whether it is
At dawn or noon or dusk
And he is
Wth no ears
To hear the language
Of prayers,
But the pulses.

Or at least
God, who seeks
Differences,
Get murdered
Once you are
In him with him.