The God Dimension Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The God Dimension
The soil in the field where they plant vines is rusty red
I took mould in my hand it was moist and it felt as living
pulsing of goodness that will never turn stale but keep
producing goodness that makes one happy to be a part
of nature unlike religious people who believe they are in
charge of nature, that it should bend to their will which
is always detrimental to the common good.

There are times when I’m in a dreamy mood when I wish
I could believe in a higher power some deity that would
come down and sort out our mess. Alas, we are nature
and God lost heart and became a rain cloud.