Us To God Poem by RIC BASTASA

Who does not love
the Lord?

Who does not love
the beautiful sadness of a
sunset in the
boulevard?

The luscious strawberries
that the tiny hands of the vines
offer to your
solitude

The coolness of the clear river
that soothes your naked body
wrapped by the water
facing the gentle sun with rays
as fingers to your
skin

Who does not see the Lord in all
these?
We are but the smiling children of God
who in awe and wonder
shall praise Him in all the days of our
lives

For who are we?
Ants crawling shamelessly under His feet
biting the soles, his Heels?
Parasites to the goodness of the Host
sucking every good blood and spitting the bile?
Flowers to crown His Hair
Birds above Him singing songs for his Divine Ear?