God Kisses Poem by Mark Heathcote

God kisses the corner of your dark eyes
With tears, you alone would know he's observant
And like a goldfish in a bowl you forgot
The touch of his hand in the sand…
It's he who's watching, chopping those worldly onions.

It's he whom—tenderizes & seasons
It's he who's tenderizing & seasoning
You! The fish, his late-night suppers dish.
With sea-salt and peppery, grits…
He finds time for crying only when it's raining tears.

Oh God kisses the corner of your dark eyes
When you've lost all your sight keep forgetting
With his love, even you can touch the sky,
And make a rainbow everywhere you go.
Make even the angel's bow down meek and low.

It's he who calls you on the wind
Dresses you in white unspotted Miniver fur
Just to hear you purr like a kitten
It's he who calls you on to the stage all sins rescind
Just to see the fighting clashes of your light in the thunder

Just to hear the patters of your heart
Like a fishtail with wings find the light in the dark.
God kisses the corner of your wounded heart
Just to impart a little heavenly piece of his heart
With tears, you alone would know he's observant his servant.