Braille

If God is love and love is blind
our sins go unseen
Unless our actions are stamped in braille in the sky
like stars, you and I
     We're written
          and scattered
             and shiny
                 and bright
Encoded on God's black pages
what we call night

What he sees is what he reads
by the imprints we leave
     on each other
        when we steal
             when we cheat
                  when we deceive
Every wrong doing is felt
I believe
     by the hands of God
         in his fingertips
He reads our braille like the deaf read lips
Leave your mark
   etch yourself
        dot by dot
             line by line
You're braille is your beauty
   be good
      be kind
it's felt by the blind

God is a state of mind


        


         
              
            

Author's Note

At breakfast this morning my 9 year old daughter explained the conclusion she's drawn from a dream she had last night about God....
I've put it into poem.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Wow. That's deep - and for a nine year old to think along those lines? Profound. I find the thought of God - the hand of God registering humanity at the tactile level. So much more intimate, more personal than simple observation. We are made for touch, for physical contact so to take that to the level of tangible interaction - that our sins are picked up by God's 'skin' - fascinates me. It drew me into the poem. The gentle rhyme through out was also wonderful.

[Astro]

The concept is thought provoking and explained quite beautifully, in form and content. The format, is reminiscent of braille-like impressions turned on end, or of a constellation perhaps. Your body of work has left impressions upon the mind.

[Pete Langley]

Mother Maggie( Namaste) says it all for me, Keely Jane. The best of your poems I`ve read so far. P.

[Simon Welsh]

I like those first two lines!

[Mary Christabel George]

Keely 100 points for you creativity.
It is not just creativity but a good message.
It is always boon to read your work.
It felt as though one is descending from the tree of knowledge.
The poem starts with a hypothesis shows all the pros & cons as results & ends with a superb message.
:)

[Elvis Gilley]

I enjoyed it the word choices were powerful the logic was deep and powerful. As usual you ROCK Mom..Good job.e

[Ency Bearis]

Awesome poem to ponder, an spiritual uplifting write.

[Mother Maggie]

I saw God the other day, she looked like you and he looked like me...we are a part of God and God is a part of us. The origin of the word 'sin' means merely missing the mark--when we get distracted from the Divine light of our true natures, we stumble, we miss the mark.

Wonderful work, brilliant imagery

Namaste

[Robin]

Hmmmm I'm pondering over this one. Nice write.

[Emily B]

more and more children are attuned to God without any help from churches. It is an amazing thing wo see what the young heart already Knows.

[papaed]

I was hooked in the first two lines. Then the idea of God in the heavens reading our sins in Braille spun my head off into other directions. This was truly scattered, and shiny and bright. I also love the repeated form and shape of the words by the hands of God, in his fingertips. Thanks for the moments of inspiration here. Peace.