SUGAR WATER OF GOD

SUGAR WATER OF GOD

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

So the Call girl

caught the haze of God in his eyes.

Juxtaposing her flair for entertainment

she looked down to the ground

for the severity of respect withdrew her

and she lost her wind.

Standing in Sin

we all wear the same shoes, using

the same vices to explore

what others

may think of our amusements.

So the Call Girl

caught a glimpse of the face of God

permeated in a Soul

whose under skin mentalities

have left the material realm of lust

and her wondrous throws.

Swimming in Sin

the World evolves by these stains

lighting the frankincense

for its quality to mask the stench

of our baptizing humanity.

We, are baptized into Sin

We, are baptized into a mockery of lies and deceit.

The Call Girl walks away

knowing she has touched a great mystery.

The eyes of love

penetrated her wickedness and virility

asking questions

strawing the Wells water filling her lungs.

The sugar water of Christ

left her bones spellbound and wanting.

How the eyes of a whore

can become complacent with forgiveness.

We, are nurtured by the energy of God.

We, recognize the fearless site of Gods people.

We, understand our fragility.

We, are captured.