What we see as nouns
are verbs to God…
see the water in this glass –
clear and still;
taste the water in this glass –
its sweet taste with no taste..
watch the Spring rain;
smell the earth give thanks
see the washing blowing on the line
smelling happy to be clean
see the mighty river, fierce
to reach the sea
watch the evening sea-fog roll in over the bay;
see the city washed afresh in the morning sun;
look up to the glorious theatre of clouds,
obeying water’s laws for all to watch;
know what mercy is; how it descends – appears,
as the gentle rain from heaven within;
what we see as nouns
are verbs to God
I like the whole idea of this poem but wish you would expand it a bit. This is both creative and holy...and opens my mind to new vistas. Nice work, Michael Raynette
Theatre of clouds is good Michael - a sense of of the divine, shifting scenery Pat
So Michael are you a noun, or in surrender will you be God’s verb?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Theatre of clouds': wow! ! ! !