We’re all connected
in time by a very thin power line,
a God-given blessing from Him to us,
down through electric and telephone poles,
a prickly current that lights the sky.
When we are just a bit awake, we feel energized,
aware, by His slight jolt,
that can be soft or hard,
that let us know, it is time to come alive.
The closer death comes,
the more we hear His heart beat,
an S.O.S. of God’s love,
sending signals that life is good,
for He is where we cannot reach.
We’re part of the One
linked to all the faces of God;
The Great Spirit’s arms holding up the sky,
while Buddha’s surrounded by fluttering cherubs
sits in a synagogue who loves so much
they have become a rainbow in His sight.
Some currents run off power plants
while His love is a net of energy,
and still there are those who cannot feel.
Perhaps a Van Gogh or Miro, might
wake our overwhelmed lives filled
with cooking, washing dishes,
cooking, washing, and cooking…
The old humdrum steals our amps.
Wake up! Wake up!
Your life’s been plugged in, but is not responding!
Boxes with error messages flicker a warning;
The world is on a tilt
in a cockeyed paradigm!
It’s one past tomorrow,
in a land to be filled with sorrow.
Is it guilt that makes our empty basements creak?
Do cellar things need the last of
our vital signs to stay alive?
God is in that prickly feeling in your pinkies as
He reaches out to you, one more time,
in that instance when you know someone’s there,
but no one’s there.
His love is, “a thousand kisses deep”,
and His hugs of static travel up our arms.
He loved us as we came out of slime
and he will love us throughout all time.
God loves on to eternity whether
we choose to come with Him or stay.