God Is A Prophet Don't You Know?

God is a prophet don't you know?
'He said pick these here moon daisies
And chain—them—together—
Gather—and make merry weather'.
'A donkey kicks' at your hindquarter.

'Son, come hither - high or hell water'.
As a hermit-frog must break a spell…
'Play a game of life, called, ticktacktoe.
My sons pay Hermes his alms rupees'.
His dough, until it's time for you to go…

God is a prophet don't you know?
He's the preacher whom leaves—word
Silently glimmering in the snow…
'Footless ways, which way to, go…
For the new life he'll newly bestow'.

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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