The Role Of Imagination
I wrote this quickly last night and sent it out to my writing group. I've received one response and it was about what I expected. I thought I'd see what you thought.
THE ROLE OF IMAGINATION
Why do we say
that bluebirds sing
when they couldn’t tell
a whole note from a quarter?
Why do we think
that geese mate for life
with an obligation to fidelity
more determined than our own?
Why do we think
a tree craves rain
and the grass wants sun
and the blooms on hostas
reach for the sky?
Why do we say
that squirrels are nervous
and hogs lazy
and goony birds goony?
Do we want all things
to think like us,
to feel what we feel,
to be in our image?
And why do we say
God loves us?
Comments
Whoa! Deep thoughts. Reminds me of Saturday Nite Live when they would fill with that segment. Anyway, here's my opinion. You capture the self-centeredness of man and the many images used to depict that same self-image. God just happens to be fitted into that self-image. If we love ourselves, then certainly God loves us. The sad thing is most don't love themselves.
Lori