God the Mother Speaks of Cosmolatry by Dayna Patterson

Blessed are the stargazers, for I will multiply their light {as the krill in the sea that feed my leviathans—limned fluke & fins, streamlines of tinsel}
Blessed are the moonstruck, for they will not miss my face {nor will they miss the push-pull of tides in the wineskins of their own bodies}
Blessed are the binocular-eyed, the telescope-tethered, for their sight shall bend time {warping present & past, manifesting the fission / fusion of my forge}
Blessed are the night-risers, midnight walkers, for they shall behold my lavation {in showers of earthgrazers and the pyrotechnics of my cleansing}
Blessed are the sublime-seekers, for they will find {my lime-green hair surging in solar wind, my rainbows prismed on their druid palms}
Blessed are the twilight-lovers, for they shall hear my voice {in the owl’s eldritch call, in the sound of lakewater dripping from a lynx’s muzzle}
Blessed are the star-charters, comet-plotters, flinging their curiosities into space, for I will reveal my heavens {brim with celestial bodies, rings of crushed moon, diamond rain, all my fluvial and aeolian molding}
Blessed are the lunatic, for they will never go hungry {but shall be infinitely swelling, waxing, welling, glowing from gibbous to full}
Blessed are the silver-lit and silent, for this night they shall be with me in paradise {of dizzyhead, of nun-tongue, of ocean-deep abyss}
Dayna Patterson is the author of Titania in Yellow (Porkbelly Press, 2019) and If Mother Braids a Waterfall (Signature Books, 2020). Her creative work has appeared recently in POETRY, AGNI, and Passages North, among others. She is the founding editor-in-chief of Psaltery & Lyre and a co-editor of Dove Song: Heavenly Mother in Mormon Poetry. daynapatterson.com