Thursday, June 16, 2016

A POEM BY MY FATHER



Sweeping the heavens
Astronomers see Someone
Building other worlds.

Now a Grandparent
God expects less, accepts more –
Waits for us to grow.

God experiments –
Dashes our hopes, kills our dreams,
Whispers He loves us.

God experiments –
Whispers “Holy.” Doesn’t say what.
Watches us react.

The chosen people –
God perplexed; when did He choose?
He can’t remember

Pick up and move on –
Traversing the continents:
God seeking Himself.

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