Because God is blind
He listens to jazz
Because God is blind
He sends the rain
Because God is blind
Pedestrians step off the curb
Notice I didn’t say God is deaf
Not at all he can hear
Water dripping in the bathroom faucet
He can hear the wingbeats
Of sparrows
He can hear jump ropes
Slapping the sidewalk
He can hear bullets sliding into chambers
He can hear conspirators
Murmuring
I haven’t said anything yet about
His hands O yes
Especially the tips of his fingers
He was born so to speak
Reading Braille
Did you know his fingers
Can decipher snowflakes in any language
Sometimes when the wind
Swirls in his palms he can even
Tell the future
The real question is
Can God read faces
You know like Helen Keller
And what alphabet does he use
And is there punctuation
And is it OK if he does
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