Showing posts from May 15, 2009

God is Playing

I wonder who had stirred up- My heart long before- I started counting the days, The days of my age. I wonder who had splashed- The streams of blood, Inside the vulnerable skin, Before the dreams could come, In the lobes of my brain. Who did that sovereign act
Of knitting a scrap of flesh- With life, tender divine. Lucrative deals, which- The Businessman brought,are- Deals of love and of deep relations. 'My Lord', as always- My soul recites, whenever- I ignore the way to church. An exasperating thought of confession, In forgetting The Artist, Who had painted the universe, Beautiful, long before- My eyes opened.