February 27, 2016

STATUES  OF  LIMITATIONS 

We are statues of limitations.

We’re this bit tall and this bit wide.

We’ve got this face and this name.

We have our roots and our history.

We have our questions and our mystery.

We end where our skin begins.

We can never say all we want to say.
We can never do all we want to do.

We’re limited. We’re caught in this body.

We only have so much time.
We only have so much energy.

We have a birthday and a death day.

We are statues of limitations.

That is till we close our eyes - and enter

into God - who is no statue - no idol -

but unlimited mystery, grace, laughter,

a God who has tears about our not-knowing,

but that is small potatoes - because we

don’t know God - nor how far out into  

the night the universe goes - if that’s

the way it goes - and why in the world

there are hippopotamuses, owls, murdered

sons and raped women and why some

dead leaves hang onto trees till Spring.

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016