HOPING GOD READS THIS-a poem, sort of [Sat, 2-17-18]

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith and Life for the Years of Winter…

I always hope

that my words on the page…

Yes, they start on the page

It is only later that they move

to a screen

the way an angry old man

leaves the church he loves

just to spite the new preacher

because they no longer sing

the old songs

I always hope

they are a glass, these words,

however darkly

a two-way glass

that shows me to God

and God to me

Yes, God needs the glass

to get a bead on me

for I am quick

like the brown fox

and God is busy

with many things

making protons and mountains

and love

from mustard seeds alone

Maybe, though, my words

on the page are not a glass

but a wall to keep God from seeing

me the way I am

when I have no words

not quick like the fox

but plodding as a proton

that has lost its charge

Glass or no glass

two-way or none

I must put the words

on the page

hoping only that God

has bookmarked this blog

and reads it to the cherubim

on a slow Saturday

and laughs

JRMcF

johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com

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