afire with compulsive prayer
hand brushes hair
every minute or so
an outward expression
of an inward obsession
a man twice-odd
fanatic for God
and the part I forgot
I'm sorry a lot
somewhere in the chaos and the calm, may you find your Self in all of your splendor
do dogs have feelings?
can they understand what we say?
in ways we might not imagine
does the wind have words?
are we remiss in not comprehending?
even a mountain communicates
when we stand in awe
it has inserted its grandeur
into our thoughts
is God in our temples, our churches, our hearts?
is Buddha in photons, and black holes, and quarks?
some things are too outlandish to conceive
the more outlandish
the more I tend to believe
justice is a tiny thing
a grain of sand, a simple heart