My Heaven
A poem about finding peace in the good clean dirt
Originally published December 29, 2024 on ChrisDavisProud.com/blog
I'm waxing poetic! My pen seems to have taken a turn for the verse.
People ask where I am on my spiritual journey. Many seem concerned that I don't have a spiritual home or a regular religious practice and the community that comes with that. Let me assure you that I don't miss church. I've found much more genuine connection with humanity outside the chapel doors. I always mention to curious folx that I feel more peace sitting in the uncertainty of not knowing all the answers, than I ever did sitting in the pews, being force fed like a fois gras goose. I'm open to exploring many spiritual practices and thrilled with the idea that I don't have to commit to any of them, or convince anyone else of their truth. This eliminates all the pressure and allows me to examine how I feel, what I think, and whether I believe.
I'm working on my next memoir volume and plan to incorporate "My Heaven" into it.
MY HEAVEN
Labrys aka Chris Davis
My heaven isn’t over my head.
She’s under my feet
Between my toes
Under my fingernails.
I track her into my home.
I bury my living plants into her.
I nurture her with water and sunlight.
I send her love and she reciprocates with abundance.
My heaven isn’t over my head.
She meets me where I am.
I tell her my stories and she listens.
She is not dirty.
She is not base.
She is not something to be tamed or controlled.
Her existence is pure.
She is true to her purpose.
She cannot be anything other than what she is.
My heaven isn’t over my head.
She bears heavy burdens.
She adapts with grace and patience.
She remembers.
She forgives.
She neither absorbs nor projects shame.
Her recovery and renewal are sure.
The Earth is my Goddess. I shall not want.
Be well, my friends.
Celebrate whatever you want, in whatever way brings you peace.
Welcome home,
Chris
