His Feelings Were Filled with God

His feelings were filled with God. When he
Was checking his tires, when he filled
His mind with concepts, acted, fed
The poor, he was unfulfilled.

He wanted to be the sputtering blaze
Of the fuse—even though
It wasn’t true—for if it were,
Then everywhere the light would flow,

And when he learned, wisdom would play--
But it came from being true,
Water is water, from river and
From reservoir, and he—and you?--

Will do all right. In the end,
Trust. Only one can help,
One’s enough, nothing left,
Just a rock and a whelp.