Prismatic

 

How

Is it, God,

That you can love all things?

You can

Your capacity is the ocean

And the stars

With all that swims in both

Your depth is above heaven

Down to hell,

Deeper

We think ourselves so much

We move upon a planet

We are cruel

Sometimes we are kind,

Which shouldn’t have to come

Across

As a surprise

Are you sorry that you gave

The rainbow?

It’s a pledge to keep us here

There might be tests of

Floods, and

Maybe they could tempt you

 

Though I think we have your word,

If anyone

Could keep it

If anyone could stay a hand

Waiting for

What happens next

 

If there’s anything in a

Surprise

 

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