God Cries Poem

God Cries

Sometimes I think

there is no one listening.

Sometimes I think

“Why do I do this”

Sometimes it seems

I don’t remember making

the big decisions.

 

The things we do

We just do.

We can’t explain away our lives.

 

Every time a doe loses a fawn

God cries.

 

Every time a man fails and takes a drink

God cries.

 

He knows his creation is imperfect.

 

He created circles,

 

circles of

 

life laughter and tears.

 

 

God Cries Poem    david michael jackson  April 18, 2012

 

 

He begged me to save him from himself poem by Joan Pond

No Man

My client sat near the philodendron,
it’s shiny leaves receding.
Anthony said, ‘I’m concave’,
and he begged me to save him
from himself.
But he was a cavern,
a bottomless pit.
He transmogrified
as a snowman in the sun,
quickly changing from solid to gas.
He was an amorphous mass
seated on my couch.
And as an M.C. Escher print
he began spiraling in,
until coal black eyes
and a button nose
were all
that remained.
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