To whom do you raise your voice
Stretch out humbled arms
Open empty hands
Divine or human image —
Your fondest carved idol?
Father, mother
Lover, redeemer —
An infinite power: benign or indifferent,
And what hopes do you raise
After singing your hymns
And offering your praise?
Do you ask for bread,
Forgiveness of debt,
Permission to proceed as you are,
Or clearer direction
To take you far —
At least for better days
And blessings for your people ?
God beyond god:
Force of goodness and beauty,
Full of awesome light,
I wonder do you cry for your lovely
Creatures who die in bloody fights,
Enter life to be broken,
Soon to be eaten; while others
Feast with special guests
Wrapped in purple,
Drunk on wine?
Do you care,
Or must we assume
Our stardust —
Cooked in galaxies
On fire breathing stars
Blown at the speed of light
Unfathomed distances to earth
Forged of water and clay —
Exhausted the power of your
Majestic evolution ?
Omniscient ?
Omnipresent ?
Who drives this Omnibus
Where are you going?
I hear you bend the arc of justice,
Plan a peaceful kingdom
Soon within reach
Is it only for the chosen?
Why is divine light persistently blinding ?
Will we know your presence ?
What actually is it —
You are doing?
So many questions
Comes of human longing.
What does it matter?
What shall I do?
Pray for easy answers?
Seek a mystic vision?
Find a front seat on your cosmic bus:
Tour the universe
In air conditioned comfort,
Take in the mysteries of night,
Or with an open mind
Think to take the wheel ?
God’s no Sargent at Arms,
No paid escort,
No wizard of spells,
Or virgin mother —
Hidden in nature.
She is no nurse, teacher or
Power broker.
The creator’s the doorman
For a brand new salon
He opens the door
Tips a cosmic hat,
Waves us in.
When the music begins
And the lights turn low
On the ballroom floor,
He waltzes away.
You need no appointment.
Entrance is free;
The sign for the exit
Flashes clearly.
The elevators stay busy
You must wait for a ride,
To the rooms up above
If you tire of dance.
How high you go,
That’s for you to decide
But don’t forget the key.
You can stay for the dance,
Order a drink at the bar,
Wait for the next car, or like
Others eager for sleep
Grab your bags and
Climb the steps.
Either way
You must choose a room.
Some want a view, others a wall
Some a hot bath
To prepare for rest,
And others call
Room service for ice
And a bottle of bubbly.
Pray in earnest,
Listen to Life’s music
The rhythm’s are subtle
Even atonal
The tunes played hard and loud
Can drive you crazy.
Wear out the dance floor
Thrive while able
There’s nothing to lose
But trust your feet.
For you are dust
From long dead stars
Carried by solar winds
Make your own sound
Sing your song
For when the music ends
Silence begins.
THH
Thoughts Have Hands 