Hands of God

I believe I've been touched by the hands of God

Not just a tap on the shoulder but a full loving embrace

I hear his voice in my thoughts every single day of my life

We have daily conversations about this and that

Even as a child I remember being consumed with him

The way we are with false idols we worship

When the only true celebrity is God

How could someone know my every single thought?

Know exactly what's in my heart?

Even when I turned off the light and stood in the dark

There he was standing next to me

Quiet, but his presence was always felt

A whisper on my shoulder

A tug at my heart

Every wrong I’ve done

 I could feel him hurting

His disappointment in me weighs daily on my mind

Tomorrow is another day, a chance to do better

To be a more compassionate human being

As long as God walks beside me I will never fall down

He will brace my fall from grace

Temper his love with understanding

A hand to hold me I will always have

When God loves his children

He gives them all his heart.

Dean Jéan-Pierre

11-30-05

9:28 pm

(The themes of my writing usually centers about God, sex and

 love-three ends of a triangle coming together to make a whole

 and of course, The G Man is at the apex.)