ho
ho my god
ho my god
I can finally call you God again
For years this word stirred fear and conflict in me
Sometimes even anger.
Judgment, intolerance, ignorance
Tainted the innocence of letters in language
If words are not meaning, then you are nameless
You spring to life on a mountain ridge
In young grasses between boulders
In wide eyes of grazing deer
In a welcome song of rain, kissing our parched earth
I whisper thanks for your beauty
And find you in the quiet
ho my god
ho my god
ho my god
ho my god