Do you Plato the body?
– as if the soul is everything.
Isn’t it the opus of God,
the Michelangelo of clay?
Do you tramp on sex?
– as if it is just a necessity.
Isn’t it the Grand Design of the
Bonus Creator?
Do you Halloween your emotions?
– as if it’s Eve’s disgrace.
Didn’t the Lord weep at Lazarus’ tomb?
Do you obliterate the past of a parent?
– as if the Almighty did not choose
the hour of creativity.
Do you choose to be the idol of the God in which you believe?
– as if you are designing the better world.
Do you enclose your God of belief inside your walls and fences?
– as if s/he should not choose to let evolve an Ubermensch.
And all the time you lift up your song to the “Almighty” and “Omnipotent”.
Do you praise only the “what’s been”?
– as if there is no future for the “will be” or “could be”.
Can you let your faith be a waterfall of creativity?
– in God’s resting to leave us to carry on
– in his/her generosity of giving us more than we need use
– in him/her who wants all children to have a bit of the action and fun
His/Hers is the infinite and absolute
Lets us play with the finite and relative
not wanting to muddy His/Her hands
resting to clean up later the mess we make
- Aug.7,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem