God blinked that day <br />not once, but twice. <br />He tires easily these days <br />of watching all his sheep <br />as they meander through <br />the green green grass of home. <br /> <br />It's how he missed the sin, <br />committed by a lamb <br />who was confused at that <br />and took the lower road. <br />There was no mother <br />and no nanny to observe. <br /> <br />I'll make a deal with you, my Lord, <br />you keep your cotton-pickin' eyes <br />and those of all your angels, <br />as well as devils and the like <br />upon the one who looks to you <br />and all of us for small poetic signs. <br /> <br />And if you do, my Lord, I promise this to you <br />that this well worn but still intact <br />gregarious soul from just below the railroad tracks <br />is ready now to sign upon the holy dotted line, <br />all for the pleasure of a peasant's silly dream.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-god-can-indeed-be-kind/
