Feeling Sophia

My bookshelf filled

My head cracked open with emotion

Of all the words and stories

Bumping around inside my head

Of the spiritual, anatomical

And intellectual words

That fill the books I’ve read

Of poesy

That fans my desire like flame

And makes me hate my bed

Of the mysterious Word

Of the Ages

God spoke

Beginning and end

Tonight no words stand out as much

As comic Terry Pratchetts

1000 mirrored granny Weatherwax, who said

“I am”

And the mirrors collapsed

And she was there, her again

Beginning less endless

The shelf on my soul, the words of the inhumans, casting a spell,

“I am” I said,

All the words of the Ages collapsed, speechless