Tri-formed one Greatest One:
Around the entire planet
like a (vast, invisible) mother dove
You hover, perch, croon and roost.
Sovereign, wisest, most ancient,
With magnetic gravity
yet whimsical levity You govern.
Maestro of light-year moments:
You orchestrate cosmic
symphonies, subatomic centrifuge,
each beat, pulse, beam, force, cycle.
live water surging royal in all veins,
ocean of tears on all shores:
You inspirit all people.
Smile without guile into each child’s eyes
buoying up joy for every girl and boy.
Applaud God like every pea-pod and goldenrod;
hear here, revere with all seers.
Raise praise while you stargaze or walk a maze;
celebrate our Great Creator early and late.
Come now, beat all drums, strum guitars and hum along;
be entranced; dance. Take a stance. Freelance.
Follow God’s shadow; echo the oboe;
mingle at the spring; form a ring; linger and sing.
On the cusp of grand-motherhood
You transplanted me,
a restless, impulsive divorcee,
to an urban garden.
After half a life
uprooting myself You rooted me
in church, married anew.
You tend us daily, carefully.
You entrust us with children to love,
books to read and write, people to welcome;
You teach us trust, rest, hope
for every new day.
You walk us across
politics’ prolific divides;
Your immense love carries us along
pain’s rugged trails, through grief’s chasms.
With You, Friend Jesus,
I’m a carefree child for all ages.
Your renewing Spirit will bond
each couple, all churches.
God, who are You? I wail–
the One who sees, hears, knows all?
How can You look into all these children’s
Jesus Christ! I shout:
when will all the bitter weeping stop?
Why do hell-on-earth dead zones spread
relentlessly? Oil gushes in oceans;
carbon stifles oxygen.
War sucks up trillions of dollars,
maims and murders more and more people.
God, I cry for strip-mined mountains,
land-mined river banks, toxic wastes,
garbage dumps where children scavenge.
I scream for child prostitutes,
child laborers, slaves.
O God, what about Your love?
Now I can only moan and whimper,
yearning for Your retribution,
pleading for Your restoration.