An Ode
to God – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – August 2016.
For a mere
mortal like me, and a very ignorant one at that, I can make no other rational
deduction than that God had created Himself. It is therefore with humility and
wonder that I composed this Ode to God:
O, wondrous
God, what happened on the instant you made yourself?
There were
no mountains to tremble or thunders to rejoice,
There was no
human or angel to bow before and adore you,
Yet the
greatest miracle of all was born without a sigh.
Where did you get your raw materials from
and on which
blue print did you work?
Where did
you suffer pain and grief
to become so
deeply human and compassionate?
Through
which fire did you go
to temper
your love and mercy?
Where did
sin try to attach itself to you,
that you
learned the art of forgiveness?
And in which
caverns were you born,
in the
absence of a manger?
Who burned
sweet incense to you in adoration?
Did you
think of Adam then already,
and was your
desire for a friend so great?
That you
risked the fall of your Kingdom for the sake of man.
Which
darkness and voids did you meet when you opened your eyes?
And did your
light illuminate the deepest chasms ever found?
Did the
forces of nature combine in your being, with the beauty that they bring?
Or were they
nestled in your bosom waiting for their birth?
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