God is Curious By Erika Beaver
I know that God means well.
I’ve never had a doubt in my mind.
He would pick me up if I fell.
Help from him would be fine.
We spend our whole lives learning.
About his name and past.
And how the world felt yerning.
Until he rose at last.
And one day we’ll join him.
Up high in the sky.
I’m gonna go out on a limb.
And say ‘I’ll be old when I die’.
God is a curious being .
I wonder what all he is seeing.
Posted:Thu, 30 May 2013 00:00:00 -0600
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune
To catechism by a mind too strewn
With petty cares to slightly understand
What awful brain compels His awful hand.
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:
To make a poet black, and bid him sing!
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