From A God’s-Eye Point Of View
From a God’s-eye point of view
I watch and see
And make no judgment –
Nothing that would damn.
It’s all a blessing:
Schemer, cheat:
The energy.
The sheep who bleat within the arts
Without the talent in their parts:
The energy.
I love it all.
I watch them climb.
I watch them fall —
I even love the climber’s fall.
To hear a singer who can’t sing,
Attempt to sing;
A politick that doesn’t tick,
Can never tick –
The politician’s game and trick;
The planetary shift of coin
From poor to rich, from rich to poor;
I join the stitch that joins the poor.
The amateur, professional;
The sad, bad, glad mad, fad attempts
That link it all –
I like it all.
It gets my whole approval.
Not the quality or quantity,
But energy; the haul,
The long haul and beyond.
We’re bonded.
All the actors, all the acts,
All the tactless, misjudged pacts;
We’re glued,
When viewed
From God’s objective eye.
From A God’s-Eye Point Of View 1.5.2001
To The Child Mystic; God Book;
Arlene Corwin
