Excursion I

people.

ohwhysohardtounderstand?
thoughtsrunliketangledspoons
intheturbulentdishwasheroflife
oriswashingdishesallthatiamsupposed
todooristheremoresomethingfurthertobegrasped
idontknowyetbutwellseetheysay
thatswhattheyalwayssay

wellsee

(iwanttoknownow)screamsi
myfutureisblurrywhymustitbeso
idontknow

God does.

Godiswierdlikethatcoollikethat
Hedoesntreallyworklikepeopledo
sometimesigetfrustratedandconfused
becauseHesnotreallylikeuspeoplefolk
butentirelydifferent
sometimesiwishGodwereabitmorelikeus
confusingyetveryhumanandsomewhatpredicatable
butinsteadGodhashisownwaysthatnoneofuscanunderstand
ihatebelievingthingsthatidontunderstandbutthatsjust
another God-thing.

ilookedfromamountaintopandsaw
everything
therewasnothingthatwashiddenorobscured
(wantit?)someonesaid
wasitGodorevilidontknow
WHOISCALLINGMYNAME(criedsamuel)

iwilldogreatthings

(whatgreatthings?)

About this poem

Written in 1996 as part of David's early poetry collection.