I don’t know,
this is just a poem
I don’t know,
this is just a poem
He who waits for what
God does not give
fidgets
God’s gut channels the grief of the world
We weep ourselves away
But where God’s the well
deep enough
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
still
That pain in me
is like a leaky balloon spinning round
with God in it –
God in a balloon in a life in God!
God, you’re supposed to be
a big bright
problem-solver
not my weak
little partner
scared as I am
here in the dark
Having failed to wrap up the past,
God saddles us
with the present and future as well!
And I don’t do it either