UNCLE MICHAEL- ALIAS GOD
His hands(tobacco stained)
twisted & gnarled
knotted like an alive piece of wood
scrawled gestures across my mind
as the sick calf bucked in his arms
& his quiet strength - calmed:
'Shhhhhh... shhhhhhh...suck...suck! '
he crooned
& the sound
soothed.
And the veins(line vines)
ran up & down his arms
pumping crude life like a sudden sketch
to suggest the gist of rather than
the meaning of things.
And he walked(& I ran)
towards Granny's garden(like God tending Eden)
& the gate(a little hoarse)sighed at his hand and
the leaves murmured
(like worshippers in a church congregation)
& the sunlight genuflected through the trees
and the trees wore socks & apples.
A tablecloth was laid
on a loganberry bush.
And the young tree gave herself to him
broke tenderly in his hand
and, the knife whistled & whittled
& out of the branch came a man.
And he told me(& I believed him
'cos he was good as God & strong)
that the little wooden man(the silent statue)
had been waiting(all the time all ready made)
waiting to be released
from his prison of wood.
'All things...'he whispered
'all things are waiting for you to call them.'
'Call them to come out...'
'Awake them...create them...! '
The rhododendrons were blue with amazement
-at this revelation
a dragonfly walked upon the water.
A butterfly became infatuated with a flower.
Me...?
I watched as his hands talked...
...explaining things that could not be...said.
And he took my hand in his and I understood
flowed like a little stream
into his big river
felt God(close)
near at hand
and...smiling.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
UNCLE MICHAEL- ALIAS GOD
His hands(tobacco stained)
twisted & gnarled
knotted like an alive piece of wood
scrawled gestures across my mind
as the sick calf bucked in his arms
& his quiet strength - calmed:
'Shhhhhh... shhhhhhh...suck...suck! '
he crooned
& the sound
soothed.
And the veins(line vines)
ran up & down his arms
pumping crude life like a sudden sketch
to suggest the gist of rather than
the meaning of things.
And he walked(& I ran)
towards Granny's garden(like God tending Eden)
& the gate(a little hoarse)sighed at his hand and
the leaves murmured
(like worshippers in a church congregation)
& the sunlight genuflected through the trees
and the trees wore socks & apples.
A tablecloth was laid
on a loganberry bush.
And the young tree gave herself to him
broke tenderly in his hand
and, the knife whistled & whittled
& out of the branch came a man.
And he told me(& I believed him
'cos he was good as God & strong)
that the little wooden man(the silent statue)
had been waiting(all the time all ready made)
waiting to be released
from his prison of wood.
'All things...'he whispered
'all things are waiting for you to call them.'
'Call them to come out...'
'Awake them...create them...! '
The rhododendrons were blue with amazement
-at this revelation
a dragonfly walked upon the water.
A butterfly became infatuated with a flower.
Me...?
I watched as his hands talked...
...explaining things that could not be...said.
And he took my hand in his and I understood
flowed like a little stream
into his big river
felt God(close)
near at hand
and...smiling.
