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Too Much Good |
I always thought they didn’t know, The men with torch and sword That God who prayed in the garden night, Was the same who walked in Eden’s light. Until I read He said “I AM” and they Fell right to the ground, It hit me hard to realize that they knew it was God bound, It seems men like a little light, A little light just shines. The light of God is so complete It burns up things men Want to keep. It seems men like a little good, A little good is fine. The good of God is much too much It takes things that are mine, And so men nod as Mother leaves, And beat their chest for Di. The Good of God made Francis poor to Dance the hills of joy So roses fell from heaven above, To mark the little way of love. And Teresa walked the castle steps, As men watched from the moat But truth be told, they like removed, The thought of saints who float. The men who followed Judas came, They came because they knew. It was too much for Good to walk, It Shined too bright to hear God talk. With ignorant pride, men trample and trod, With Hands of nail and wood, And enter in to the garden of God, To kill the Shine of Too much Good. Oh God, The truth it burns so bright The shine, it burns my eyes. My smugness in my easy gift Pride in the shine of I. How often have I come at night, With hands of nail and wood. To crucify the gift of God, The shine of Too Much Good. by Karen Kelly Boyce This poem is © Copyright 2003 Karen Kelly Boyce |