The Hand Of God

I sat on a rock and looked into the sky, I saw the hand of God
I asked him why, and he replied;

You know our hearts are frivolous and since we ignore our faults
It's hard to see the sickness in our souls, or the handwriting on the wall
So idly we laugh, when we have full reason to weep
The only honest joy is found, in our liberty
Blessed is the man who can set aside all sources of distraction
And perfectly collect himself, in repentance and holy action
Do not jump in another mans business or meddle in another's affairs
Always be more willing to correct yourself than your dearest compare
It's better for us not to give to many comforts to our bodies in this life
If we are without the comforts of God then bask in your mortal strife

As I awoke on this holy rock
I realized
I'd seen the Hand of God.....

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)