Humility as Self-Defense
Who would want to be God? A sane person
would avoid the responsibility. A good mother
who kills thousands. Kind and great and ruthless.
Required to be omniscient: to bear so much pain,
one must be heartless or be engulfed—
or has that happened to God, subsumed
into bushes, beasts, minds? The good God gone
into micrograin; the brand now a shell,
the very idol we were warned to forsake?
Isn’t this an evolution? That of God
in all of us as love? So I send prayers
up to love nevertheless wondering
how it can be selfless, love, with its
colors and music and breath so utterly
human. Pause to question: should I pray
for the loving heart of God, for its
protection, for its breaking? For we love
our broken hearts.
Copyright c 2016 by Pamela Murray Winters
Pamela Murray Winters lives and writes in Maryland. A 2015 graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Arts (MFA in poetry), Pam is currently stuffing her first book manuscript into bottles and flinging it into the rough waters of the publishing world.