Walking through this world with Elohim.

Wasting time with God
thinking of the folk
where his feet have trod
every sheila, bloke,

he has walked among
with a heart of love,
knows where they come from
will not ever shove

'cept if they implore
him to come, in love,
like he did before
as a hov’ring dove

at our very birth
at the start of life
on this tiny Earth
as a helper (wife?),

or a mother bird,
as a strong dad cares
(these may sound absurd -
metaphors he shares

to help us see him
in a diff’rent light -
our culture is dim
his is ever bright),

his way of “doing”
sometimes seems so long...
his rhythms ensuing
often break to song!