It has been long, long

Posts are hard to come by at times. Will I recommit myself? These things, these movements of the thought complex, are hard to predict.

Here it is winter and so cold. A poem written quickly like them all:

O you baseball teams and you elementary school teachers
O you scuba divers and number sets
Frost and chill
Snow and ice
Dancing girls
Acclaim this God of yours!

He locks your front door, He replaces your siding.
He operates water fountains. Unplugs drains.
Priests and fakers
Magicians and princes
Arbitrators
Praise His Mighty Deeds!

He brought you out of a foreign country and taught you to farm.
He turned on the sprinklers and pushed up daisies.
He also pushed up corn and squash
and Squanto helped with that
and it was very good.

Aphrahat, Michelle, Aquaman and all you water creatures
O all you waters under the creatures, above the creatures,
whatever
Praise and Announce Your God
Talk about Him, His immanence, His eminence
His tallness.


O you prophets and construction workers
O you ballerinas and centipedes
Around you hover gobs and gobs of angels
They have lots of eyes.
Pick them up by their hands and fling them around
They will help you make dinner tonight.
They will help all of us do that.

O you boring families and you small red plastic trucks
you are capable of gratefulness.
Gratefulness like good clean light.

O praise Him!