Birthday Revelations

12/04/2015

I have not a plan
for the seventy year old man
waiting just beyond the weekend
to begin whatever I may then intend

I did not plan
to be an old man
but to die some time before
yet it was never more than metaphor

a backward prayer
a muffled echo gone lost in ego
memory says it is I; I am the praying one
walking stardust is the prayer

So man made an image and he gave it a name,
But this man-made god brought nothing but pain.
Man started shouting “God! Where can you be?”
“I’m right here man, inside of thee.”

Oh, man was so shocked, he was really surprised.
‘Cuz he looked everywhere, but right there inside.
Now when man found God, man found love,
And man found out what we all are made of.

God is in you and God is in me.
To love all of God is to love humanity.
God is in you and God is in me.
To love all of God is to love humanity.”

there was always something
undone; another beginning
with only an apparent ending
scheme revealing a pestilent dream

draped in bad attitudes
and convenience-based platitudes
I did not plan this old man
but to have died some time before

yet it was never more than a metaphor
unlike love, it was the closing door.
memory says it is I, the metaphor
walking stardust, knocking on the door.