Acts of God (Part II)
(Random Thoughts)
God could have made me with a shell
like a tortoise, I’ve been carrying
my home on my back since I was born
in Green Point, Brooklyn in 1938
By Acts of God
this old half-Jewish half-Dutch reptile
has been a navy man (of a certain type),
a noncombatant with a purple heart,
a nurse, an ignorant father,
grandfather, great grandfather,
and soon to be great great. It seems
titles are the only thing I’m great at.
My own grandfather, a rabbi, always
told me not to end my sentences
with a preposition. Thank You Papa
I think God is too non committal
to have a body, too curious
about the world to be tied to it.
And I’m too old to despair
over what God will squeeze
out of me at the end
Tonight, back in Temple Terrace,
I open my eyes and go on dreaming
sailing with Dr. Tom
on the High Seas
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only thing I’m great at.
My own grandfather, a rabbi, always
told me not to end my sentences
with a preposition. Thank You Papa
AWK! LOVE IT. Do you remember the politician from Mississippi, Trent Lott? I had his mom as one of my teachers when my dad (USCG officer) was stationed in Gulfport, MS. Yes, really a great teacher. She taught English, and when anyone ended a sentence with “at,” she’d say, “Between the a and the t.” She gifted me with my own aversion for ending sentences with prepositions, but now I realize, there are many ways to end sentences…including with prepositions.
And I’m too old to despair
over what God will squeeze
out of me at the end
This is so relateable, so apt. I’m 72 and weary of God’s squeezing. LoL Thank you so much for sharing this poem!