the orange <br />when ripe <br />turns yellow <br />the yellow colour <br />is god's finger <br />pointing to its sweetness <br />the morn <br />comes with brightness <br />the brightness <br />is god's finger <br />pointing to the warmth <br />of the sun <br />so long i have equated <br />god with what he is not <br />that he speaks <br />with symbols <br />to find that <br />god's fingers <br />index fingers <br />are here, there and <br />everywhere <br />at the sea too <br />i hear him serenading <br />a song<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-fingers/
