NOTHING BUT GOD

“The fireflies, twinkling among the leaves,
make the stars wonder.” Tagore (“Fireflies”)

 

In the past, they called this “magic”
Now, we call it “wonder” –
Actually, it’s just the border of God’s robes
Brushing like wind through treetops
Sparkling with thousands of tiny intermittently-flickering living lights.

We would recognize this if ever we decided to look up
But we don’t –
Because we no longer have interest in spiritual evidences of God.

And, yet, there still remains a repeated murmur
Way back in the depths of our hearts –
A whisper about the promise of what’s coming.

In truth, underneath all our disbelief, we still believe in God –
We know it’s God who’s been knocking at our door –
Even though we’ve completely forgotten God’s name.

Beyond all the tall church steeples
And even before human hypocrisy has completely died down –
If we just permit ourselves to start seeing spiritually
Everything our eyes take in

Will be God – and nothing but God.

WALK IN THE PARK

Life is like a walk in the park
Children running
Couples strolling
Nearby, birds hiding out in the bushes singing,
And, somewhere, far off, a train faintly sounds.

Life comes into brilliant focus while we’re still young
But then, over our lifetime, can fade.

There’s a satisfied calmness in that fade, however –
Not much to get upset about –
Life glimmering just a few steps away –
The magic still there – just out on the edges.

The rain is damp and chill –
No fires tonight!

There are fewer birds left in the forest –
So there’s less sound, less activity,
In the distance a child appears who barely sees us –
A group of old men no longer standing at the center.

The quiet ones –
Taking one last look
Before exiting.