The prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was to write a poem inspired by the art of Danny Gregory. I wrote one yesterday based on a sketch of dogs here. Then this morning getting ready for work I had an idea for another one.
God’s Condo
Some say God just hangs out
in His high-rise condo
not caring about us down here on the ground
Or that He’s dead
maybe never existed at all
But I’ve seen Him
seen His compassion and caring
At Shepherd’s Door
where He lifts up broken women
and sets them on a path of healing
In Haiti
where He lifts up the poor
and gives them an education, goats, clean water, and more
In India
where He calls His people willingly
into danger so they may care for the out caste
In my heart
where He changes me
to be more loving and forgiving
God may have a high-rise condo
but I suspect it’s getting pretty dusty
because He is never there