Watching for God

My tired feet walk this luscious earth
but some days my soul longs for
that “Great gettin’ up morning”
when I will slip loose from these chains
and dance with the spirits of my ancestors
and those from generations yet born.

Yet while I tarry
my eyes are watching for God.
While this earth keeps me bound
I have been given a magic stylus
my pen
my golden key
which unlocks
hidden mysteries
it reveals deeds done in secret
recounting the story of the one
left to tell.

Yes, I am watching God
seeing what next He’ll do.
I watch this world crack open
devouring bodies
returning towering edifices to crumbled ash.

One man plunges a dagger into the heart of another
for a few pieces of paper.

One woman seeks the bed of another
for momentary pleasure.

A few plunder the fortunes of many with
impunity.

I am weeping and watching God
watching humanity show how little she has evolved.
We have devised ways to communicate through thin air
but face to face we know not what words
should part our lips.

People walk around in space
caught between heaven and earth
Where babies are dying and mothers are weeping.

So, yes, I long to fly away
from here
to a realm of perpetual
tranquility.

But while I tarry
I am given to be a scribe.
To live to tell
to share
expose
inspire
enrage.

My eyes are watching God
watching me.

Does he smile?

(c) 2010 Evelyn B. Bourne