God’s  richness   falls like tears from his great eyes.

Such complex beauty lasts for a short time
We create photos  for our memory bank
God is rich and richness is no crime

Rich plays are  enacted in our dreams
They are lost and have no  name or rank
Natural beauty lasts for a brief time

Is our life elaborate  a game?
Surely we are grateful ,offer thanks
God is rich and richness is no crime

Each moment  must be kissed, if but by rhyme.
Beauty  dwells in  beads of moments strung.
Their beauty  is not finite in love’s time

The church bell rings for those with memories lame
And as it chimes, eternal is each ring
God  be praised; such  praising is no crime

Spring is  here, I hear the birds in song
The nestlings shiver, sensing human wrongs
Such complex beauty lasts for  such short times
God’s  richness pools like tears from his great eyes.