Surprising God
How
does one surprise God?
I
have heard the door or gate is not locked, it is always open
Every
day I think of a vet I knew,
he
told me about the river boat he was on,
the
murky river water, many small boats alongside,
action
all around
He
was a sailor on a ship
What
the hell was he doing on a river boat, he often asked, even now
Can’t
remember the name of the river,
but
it was Nam…
You
come home, home from war…
you
are different now
No
one seems to know that,
“but
glad your back bro” they say
Yes,
you are home, but then there is the addiction,
not
of killing but of forgetting
the
time comes to report,
remembering
my service,
Out
in the woods, away from it all
There
is that standing at attention, hair and beard trimmed,
muster
for the last time…
How
does one surprise God?
I
have heard the door or gate is not locked, it is always open
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