I Eat Poetry

I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog "God."
First he looked
confused,

then he started smiling, then he even
danced.

I kept at it: now he doesn't even
bite.

I am wondering if this 
might work on
people?

From “Love Poems From God” by Daniel Ladinsky.
Copyright © 1999 by Daniel Ladinsky. Reprinted by permission of the author.

WHAT KIND OF GOD?

What kind of God would He be

if He did not hear the

bangles ring on

an ant’s

wrist

as they move the earth

in their sweet

dance?

And what kind of God would He be

if a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to creation

as the prayer His own son sang

from the glorious depth

of his soul –

for us.

And what kind of God would He be

if the vote of millions in this world could sway Him

to change the divine

law of

love

that speaks so clearly with compassion’s elegant tongue,

saying, eternally saying:

all are forgiven – moreover, dears,

no one has ever been

guilty.

What
kind of God would He be
if He did not count the blinks
of your
eyes

and is in absolute awe of their movements?

What a God - what a God we
have.

Kabir 

From "Love Poems from God" by Daniel Ladinsky. Copyright © 2002 by Daniel Ladinsky. Reprinted by permission of the author.