My God how good you are, in all your works,
and ways you take in making them to be.
Your motives, so inscrutable, berserk,
seem quite irrational to the machine,
or animal alike, who cannot love,
at least until it could gain contact with
you as a source of all good - from above
who starts the greater pain absorption myth..
and fosters it, by modeling yourself
within the story, after Man's City;
but then your rep's [a greater suff'ring wealth
could be imagined, but (I'd say) hardly!]
Yet, everyone who loves, responsively,
both up and down the line (of cause-effect,
but more than that, it is authority)
will know within themselves, what to expect,
or hope it, till they hear a story such
that those old hopes will come alive in flame
for their experience has taught them much
of this world, & of those made by the same
creative love who reaches out just now
and ev'ry moment you've been here in his..
his resting place, where he lived out somehow
the mystery of life in love that IS!
And then, the poetry, the rhyming, starts,
and doesn't seem to finish (in my soul).
And takes its roots down deeper in our hearts
until one day, we'll be as he is - whole.
