Great Being

The apparently uncaring
Great Being
(named God by some)

is resting unconscious
among the peas
and the snails in the side garden,

never letting the trouble
of any one person
intrude.

All those books
and churches
that say we are important
mock
this divine sleep

which tells of a faith
that all will work out
without prayer or salvation
if it is allowed to continue.

The Great Being
wishes we’d shut up

so that the silent burst
of the leaves from the soil,
the patient searches outlined
in silver among them,

can testify to the perfection
of a totality
of all things taken
as they are.