God Too Says: Ask!
Not the sun and how it warms and shine on everything;
Not the dirt that grows our crops and loved flowers begin;
Not the waters and its creatures; not the land that holds
The weight of mountains and forgives the thumping scolds
Of hooves or burrowing from all beasts; not the constellate
Of stars and moon in their majesty at night; not the postulate
Of air we breathe dares; — To point and argue us unworthy.
God too says: ask! And from the trees, we have shade, mercy,
And good fruits; from the rivers and rains, we quench our thirst;
From the heat of summer, we have soft zephyr and searched
Quiet with the aplomb of lakes; from the days of our lives,
We have free will; from the despair of lone, we have hymns,
A tribe for a friend; from the infinitesimal letup of our breath,
We have the angels at our behest ready to truss our strength.
We can pretend there will be no end to our brief stay
That tomorrow will come by and the day after; survey
And abandon goodwill when it offers no coin
For our troubles, forget the sweet that adjoins
Fellow feeling and the possibilities, but the end comes
Yet the dust doesn’t spit us out; it yields and welcomes.