Post by klaus on Dec 21, 2009 17:28:57 GMT -5
You can’t hide from me now, God,
Because I’ve seen through all of your disguises.
I’ll admit, that you used to fool me,
By lying around on the grass like dew,
Or dropping off the trees like autumn leaves,
Or brushing past me on a crowded sidewalk
Dressed up like an important person.
In the past I often mistook the touch of a brushed sleeve,
For the touch of a brushed sleeve,
Or the chattering of squirrels,
For the chattering of squirrels,
Or trash lying on the side of a road
For trash lying on the side of a road.
Nevertheless, I never stopped trying to find you,
And every so often I’d catch a glimpse of something,
Like the momentary flash of a silver fin
Under the surface of a sunlit stream.
.
I kept looking for you, God,
Because I knew that things couldn’t be the way they seemed to be
And that something big was playing hide and seek with me.
You must have felt sorry for me,
Watching me search in all the wrong places,
So, finally, you rang a telephone to get my attention,
And in that ringing I forgot everything I knew.
When you revealed yourself,
The sight of you was so mysterious that only you could handle the seeing of it.
After that day, even though I couldn’t always see you,
I knew where you were,
And I waited patiently for you to give more of yourself away.
Finally my persistence paid off,
And I saw through all of your disguises.
Now, the jig’s up, God,
Because everywhere I look
You are all that I see.
There’s no need to waste any more time
Trying to act as if you were other people,
Or howling around as if you were the wind,
Or playing at insects, elephants, and stars.
It was a good joke, God,
But I see you now,
And I’ll never let you out of my sight again.
My eyes will always be glued to you,
But if my sight ever fails, then I’ll worship the sound of you,
And if my hearing ever fails, then I’ll worship the feel of you,
And if all of my other senses fail, then I’ll worship the memory of you.
I’m sorry to spoil your fun, God,
But if you ever want to play hide and seek with me again,
You’ll have to make me forget to remember.
Hi Zendancer,
Reminds me of playing peek-a- boo with a baby.
When one hides one's face the baby is perplexed and seemingly lost not knowing what happened.
Then when the face is reveled from behind the hands the baby just shakes with laughter, and you can do this all day and the baby never tires of it.
THAT playing peek-a- boo with THAT