A poem by Margret Halaska
God
Knocks at my door
Seeking a home for his son
Rent is cheap, I say
I don’t want to rent . I want to buy , says God.
I’m not sure I want to sell,
but you might come in and look around.
I think I will, says God
I might let you have a room or two
I like it, says God . I’ll take the two , you might
decide to give me more some day.
I can wait, says God.
I’d like to give you more
but it’s a bit difficult, I need some space for me .
I know says God, but I’ll wait. I like what I see.
Hm, maybe I can let you have another room
I really don’t need that much.
Thanks, says God, I’ll take it. I like what I see.
I’d like to give you the whole house
but I’m not sure …..
Think on it, says God. I wouldn’t put you out.
Your house would be mine and my son would
live in it.
You’d have more space than you’d ever had before
I don’t understand at all.
I know, says God, but I can’t tell you about that
You’ll have to discover it for yourself
That can only happen if you let me have the whole house.
A bit risky, I say:
Yes, says God, but try me
I’m not sure –
I’ll let you know
I can wait, says God, I like what I see.