Pinpoint and Compass Point
A pinpoint and a compass point a bismin and a galaxy What do they have in common? A cloud in the sky and a…
PATHETIC AS IT MAY SEEM
Pathetic as it may seem
this entire world sits on a table in a little
spotlight in God’s Throne Room and though actually
nearly microscopic in God’s eyes He totally
cognizant of every gnat’s move sees into our private
windows with so much compassion for our
foibles and the fact that in spite of this we
curse and stumble curse and fall curse and throw ourselves
down elephant roads where we try not to
move with the motherly herd or down the
slick side of an ugly incline foolishly subversive to
not His authority alone but to His
kindness over the little things
that we find so deafeningly paramount
and wish so persistently to clutch onto
even into and beyond death if need be
And that inside this Throne Room is God’s Throne Room
and outside this Throne Room is God’s Throne Room in God’s Throne Room
and here in this spotlight with golden waves lapping it
is the earth with wet and dry both chilled and fiery
turning on its solitary swivel and into the cloudy
drama before Him he sends from time to time
but always on time a few people of all races and
genders to let the rest know of Him in more than
mere words or gestural semaphore but by having
His eyes or His voice or His effective movements
echoing in a small and much tinnier as well as
tinier way His very majestic Presence as
Watcher and Creator and constant Influencer of even the
most mundane of our affairs praise and recognition
being our reverse telescopes directly into His
gaze or directly into the sound waves of His
voice though we might glimpse only one
corner of the table in the Throne Room where the
whole earth suspended above it in its congenial
atmosphere turns at ease even as we try our
might to explode its peacefulness with our
subatomic sabotage of the very fact that
we’re being watched by Him in detail and
through thoroughly loving eyes
3/25/2006 (from Coattails of the Saint)
Categories: Poems