With All That Is Happening Poem by Smoky Hoss

-If I were a poet, truly,
I'd write a poem of God.
And... perhaps I would say:
I require a god
who remains... Not 'out-there',
rather a God who who delves deep
into this 'middle-land' of where
we now reside; a God
going with us into the 'all-of-it',
the anguish, the hurt, the 'falling-short'
of life.
-If God is a poet truly,
with all that is happening,
writing the poetry of us,
perhaps he could say:
I desire humans, who
hold my hand, who
in the midst of all that life is,
good and bad,
do not look upward for me, rather
look around,
and find me there, in it all,
with them all...
-In all that is happening,
I hope,
that God hopes,
we are all
such poets;
For all that is happening
is life,
is poetry...