The following poem is from my book, GOD IS NOT A STUFFED SHIRT.
As I was reading my book this morning, (yes, I read my own poems!), this particular poem struck me as one I would like to share as one of my blog postings today. I hope you enjoy it!
A Ride On The Prism of Your Tears
You are aware, I’m sure,
of the oily deaths
of your creatures down South.
It hurts my heart when
any of your creation
is soiled or killed or
mishandled in any way.
There is no one more pure than you,
Father of all creation,
and my heart sobs at the injured, maimed or dead –
even a blade of grass.
For it has your breath on it and to me,
that puts it among the sacred.
I look for you among the stars, PaPa,
and the sunrise and in the blue skies.
There is nowhere to look,
without seeing evidence
of your amazing love and mercy, PaPa.
Some people think that you can never be sad.
Well, first of all,
you can be anything you want,
and I have ridden on the prisms of your tears,
flowing down to earth;
where as much as you love,
you can also cry.
Cry for the oily creatures,
the deadly chemical fumes;
the souls who turn their backs
on your Son, Christ Jesus.
Like mud squishing through your toes,
it is impossible not to cry for your creation.
Where you are, you do not crush a single blade of grass.
Because you are God,
it is in your nature to give life,
not take it.