I do not want your slot machine god
Powered by caprice and uncertainty.
Nor do I want your vending machine god:
Pop in a prayer and out pops a reward.
I want the untamed god
Unknowable as the badgers
Deep in ancient yew woodlands,
Wild as the flight of goldfinches
Bathing exuberantly in a forest pool.
In one glimpse you see more of eternity
And the vast untouchable sweep
Of a deity too broad
To be trammelled by walls and words,
Yet tender to his creatures who
He holds cupped in his wounded palms.
Timely. Apposite. Moving..Very
Brilliant contrasts here. Nature/machines & technology. Choose life!
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I love this:). Thank you for sharing.
So powerful, Viv. Your images are perfect. Just before reading your poem, a red-tailed hawk landed on a railing outside my window. He focused on the birdfeeder as wind ruffling his feathers. His sharp eyes scanned for in-coming song birds. They’d already seen him, but I saw his wildness, his alertness, his intensity and sacred power. Just a glimpse before he flew over the field searching for prey. No song birds today.
Love this, Vivienne. Very powerful.
There’s some great imagery here. I like it a lot.
Thank you for this
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Beautiful, thank you Viv.