God Is A Prophet Don't You Know? Poem by Mark Heathcote

God is a prophet don't you know?
'He said pick these here moon daisies
And chain—them—together—
Gather—and make merry weather'.
'A donkey kicks' at your hindquarter.

'Son, come hither - high or hell water'.
As a hermit-frog must break a spell
'Play a game of life, called, ticktacktoe.
My sons pay Hermes his alms rupees'.
His dough, until it's time for you to go

God is a prophet don't you know?
He's the preacher who leaves—word
Silently glimmering in the snow
'Footless ways, which way too, go
For the new life, he'll newly bestow'.