Today, something short! The Seeker by Joey Garcia…
The world is smitten with a god
who keeps a sharp crease in his pants,
and whispers, “No! Not like that!”
Oh, but I love the rumpled God
who forgets where he lives, forgets
his own name but never forgets mine.
Source: Presence: An International Journal of Spiritual Direction. Vol. 20, #2, p. 60.
This reminded me of the poem of Hafiz titled, “The God Who Only Knows Four Words”:
Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who knows only 4 words.
And keeps repeating them, saying “Come dance with Me, come dance.”
Thank you for two beautiful poems. I am uplifted.