Lord, you are kindness in every color and flavor!
One elbows one’s way through the
crowd of one’s other selves
hoping that this one who one is
truly is the one who one is
Not like some
death of Jesus
saving the world.
Or did I
The cold has let them stay forever
Against the back fence
Facing the sun
Watching the sunrise
Chewing their cud
If a pin drops
in the forest
and there’s no one there to hear it,
do I even exist at all?
Trails off and then
But where God’s the well
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
That pain in me
is like a leaky balloon spinning round
with God in it –
God in a balloon in a life in God!
There used to be an ad in TV Guide.
If you could draw the lumberjack –
the head of the lumberjack, with his
beard and cap and flannel shirt –
you might have talent, and maybe
you were just the one they were looking for.
Today I saw that fellow, in our park,
here in the neighborhood.
He’d shaved the beard and changed his shirt,
but the cap was the same.
And then two boys came along,
who might’ve been me, if I’d been
two people when I wanted to draw him.
Isn’t it wondrous, how things come around
to resurrect the past,
and someone still might
answer the call?