the kingdom of god

the kingdom of god will not be realized

by those new blue shoes
or that album
or the glittery skirt i saw
or the pills or the liquor or
even my car
with the racing stripes.
it might be under
her sleepy eyelids though,
or his leg tossed
over my lap.
it might be in that tiny baby fist.
it might.
but you’re lost
if you think it’s in
12 hour office days
exhausted nights
early mornings it’s
not in your sadness
or even your rage.
the kingdom of god
will not
be realized by
prolonging our own suffering.
open your hand.
find your own
genius
there in your palm.
take a walk in the dim
and notice the stars.
then fight harder.