On Meeting God
Hello at last.
I know now why they say "Higher power."
It took me such a long time to get up here,
So many years of struggle.
Now that I am here I still cannot find what I need,
I have asked friendly angels, darling cherubs,
Even the harp player does not know.
"Where is the complaint department?"
For wondrous one, that gave me such gifts
that oftentimes my heart would glow,
Who put me down beside a rhythmic sea to calm my soul
And stimulate my mind,
There are mistakes made every day,
And God, I hate to be the one to tell you this,
But often they are made in your name.
I know how busy you are keeping all the stars aloft,
The trees from bending in the gale, the rivers in their beds,
I know making the mind of man receptive to beauty,
Must be a consuming task.
But please, God, Could you distribute Peace?
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