God | drycrikjournal

Seed to grain

on a whim of the weather

watched constantly

from space

and here on planet Earth

swirling with tempests

beyond the hands

of politicians—

try as they might.

Rooted in dirt

we search the habits

of our wild totems

for miracles

and pray to God as well

for luck.

by Robinson Jeffers

Is it not by his high superfluousness we know
Our God? For to be equal a need
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to fling
Rainbows over the rain
And beauty above the moon, and secret rainbows
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of breeding
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without blossom
Nor the birds without music:
There is the great humaneness at the heart of things,
The extravagant kindness, the fountain
Humanity can understand, and would flow likewise
If power and desire were perch-mates.

Robinson Jeffers