To God Poem by RIC BASTASA

MY lines are to GOD
scratches of the cat's claws
on a wooden pillar of the old
deserted house.

To God my silence is noise
he hears them just like any
ordinary noise on the streets
where dreams are dumped
and stamped and left behind.

To God, my poems are rotten
and he would not care giving
them a second of his infinity.

To God i am just like you,
the anonymous, the leftover
of humanity, the leaf upon a
heap of leaves, the sand among
the oceans of sands in the desert,
a figment of a ray of sunlight,
one of the drops of rain in
the storm, a dust in the galaxies
of planets and stars.

To God, i am nothing.

Deep in my heart however,
I feel that He loves Me.
And so now He listens
and Touches truly me.