AT THE FEET OF GOD IN DARK

I dawdle at the feet of God
mostly when it’s dark
When allegedly sensible
Need Extreme Wondrous
insipid humans are exhausted
He works quietly
adding nuances
most miss
in the risen sun
at the locale
called Tomorrow
Known on His continuum
as the place where
the noisy joy
of children bursts forth

We break His creations
reacting with complaints
and tears
Pouting about
how his Miraculous
isn’t good enough

Yet
with a rainbow as a promise
once we’ve quieted down
He molds more surprises
Lovingly dedicated
to our pleasure
no matter the length
of our Gratitude
our smiles
He savors
truly from us, all He wants

c2012 GC Cameron
for Anne Reflects

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