The monkey sees God in bananas
The tiger sees the divine in his claws
The crow sees God in the worms of the morning
As he cackles, preens, and craws
Man sees God in the unseen
The preacher sees the divine in his words
The zealot sees it in the crowds that gather before him
As he guides them like an unthinking herd
Let your eyes be your faith and your heart
Let your ears hear the sounds of the divine
Let your own steps guide you to your version of God
As I shall let my feet lead me to mine
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020
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This was a wonderful read!
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Thank you for the kind words!
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(not being so well versed on poetry), I got totally hooked in by the title. (Plus your stopping by Hobbomock). While it’s a given that a strong title is better than a pale one, there is something special about an intriguing one. Yours, here, very much the lattest.
What is it about the breadcrumbs towards enlightenment, their propensity for a hint of humor? Maybe absurdity, (in the best sense of the word), is a core particle in most precursors to the secret of the universe.
Similar to ‘The Monkey sees….’ is (at least in my head) a quote attributed to Douglas Adams, ‘The secret of learning to fly is to throw yourself at the ground…and miss.’
PS I enjoyed the rest of the pome… a large part of this, for me, is when the writer has built in a rhythm, a secret cadence so the Reader is not only reading the words, but, almost, hearing them.
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