Eavesdropping on God

Eavesdropping on God

I can do this all day.

As the world turns around.

Night-time dreams elevate The Dark Continent.

Busy housewife senses my touch As she wipes a teary cheek In Wisconsin.

(Baby won’t stop crying from colic.)

Store owner prays in Manchester.

Small fire and water damage To most of his next-season stock.

A robin falls from A wind-swept nest In the bush outside Timmins.

Young Jason with the game leg Hides in a driveway From those bullies Who hound him after school.

Marjorie talks to Fred in his photograph On the dresser at the old home.

I bring her warm memories Of their first summer together And the good news of baby number one.

Sarah…she grew up to be an optometrist.

Traveling to refugee camps In that Dark Continent.

I love this.

It is running as it should.

Daily I am discovered By more honest seekers.

Jesus, Son, we are doing it Wait ’til we get ’em all together.

Seems just around the corner.