God Made me Gay | Brandon Smee
I became gay in the dark,
I was but ten years, and in the night hour
I contemplated the stars
Like my own face in reflection
And wondered at their spanse and
The scope of their creator
Be silent, stand in awe
Yet, in the night hour I prayed
God to snuff
That flaming coal that lit my incense
And hallowed me with a dreadful fragrant strangeness
And God quivered over the waters, a heavy breath
And in the night hour I felt
The pang
White knuckles and the cry
And wished to God under the creature stars
To uncreate
Or turning to myself
Made a sanctuary in my solitude
And made myself unclean
With craving and illusion: A pantomime of love
Without faces
Without risk.
And God said
But, could you see the beauty I saw?
The stars disclosed their lustre
The silence yielded thought
With pulse and breath I uncovered desire
A muscled steed fast riding
To the ageless city
The eros of humanity and God,
And God said
The ancients said that love is three
And one at once that reaches down to us
And love should image
The eros of the reaching down
But in these last days
The Spirit blows on the people In one desirous embrace
And makes the many one
And God said
In the night hour
It was the same hour
Holding a lover
I blessed God who made the mystery
And draws us in desirous love
And makes stars
To be stars
And the hours
Each to hold their heat and light
And lovers but to love
And God said
You, my love,
May be as gay
As you need to be with me.