Not so much a moment
but all time,
the steady refrain
that “God is good”.
What is this thing called good?
Through all the pain
and all the joys
the theme remains –
a constant strain –
“I’ll praise my maker,
God is good”. No statements here,
a simple claim
from some deep tautological mine
“God is good”.
And now he’s home
with Him he served
the joy remains –
not for a moment
but for all time.
The universe proclaims
that God is good!
[Written for / about my father who died on my birthday in 2001]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An attractive title Malcolm! And a very good poem it is too. I like the concept of 'good', you may as well try huh? Nice oNe! 10 from smiling prompting, Tai