04 April 2016


Expecting distance from our God to be
like that among humans, we miss the voice
that calls inside our flesh, spirit and place.

Even our children grow so far from us—
though grown as fruit on our family trees—
that we forget to look inside for God.

Our words articulate our loves as close
as breath, but our God lives in books on shelves
and church and temple altars.  Yet, just look

again inside, and read the signs and sighs
of heart in sync with earth and sky and tree
and animals—our friendsthey know they are

the temples, thoughts and creations of God
and wait for us to join with them in joy
and pain so all can gain from unity.

And so, this “hippy” thing I say, Go hug
a tree, does not brush off importance.
It reminds me to let go of distance.

My Poem 4 for April (poetry month), 
inspired by Writer's Digest's 2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 4 on "distance."

*Note:  All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.

Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wonderful. You know how completely I agree. This reminds me of something a friend said.....the animals already live in harmony. They are waiting for us to join them there. I love the idea of lookin within for God. We need to remember that Source is just that close.