Sunday, February 22, 2015

Credo Valentine

My God is a chuckling God
a weeping God a passionate
God who goes about his business
which is certainly not only us
earth-creatures buried deep
in his tympanum like an ache
 
often lately I catch him coming
and going from the pomegranate tree
where he’s chewed out a hole
in the trunk for a nest or cave
 
even if we were to become every man
woman child plant and animal
on this planet and to succeed
it would still not be enough
then would the real work begin
 
that’s how harsh he is –
I did it now it’s your turn
but because I did it
you can see how it’s done

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