Today was my last day working at the Verizon Online center I’ve been in for nearly nine years. (I’m taking a few days’ vacation before I officially leave the company.) I wrote this poem as a parting gift to all my co-workers:
when gods walked the earth
Why do they say ďwhen gods walked the earth,Ē
As though it were so faraway, and long ago?
I do not understand.
For I live in a confusion of gods and goddesses,
Living out the confusion of gods and goddesses,
who cannot remember
in the crazy clapping waves
the urgent hours,
the dizzy days,
who they are,
who they are.
Say Iím crazy, or youíll go crazy
When I say what Iíve seen thatís made me sane.
You donít say, “Let there be light,”
But I saw you stop and smile,
And there was light.
You donít command the winds, “Peace now, be still,”
but that frantic one on your phone
now is calm, now is still.
You donít set the planets in their orbits,
But twirl a basketball on your fingertip,
and shoot a world out into space.
You say you are not love, you say you canít give life,
And then gently tuck into bed the one
To whom you give your love, your life.
If we truly saw who we are and what we do
Tell me who would we be, what would we do?
Would we be washed in overwhelm
If our lives turned into light?
Or would cataracts fall from our eyes like scales
That we would see
Blinding whitewater cataracts
Of rushing Godgrace roaring down?
Donít let the tumult toss you.
Donít let frustration make you forget.
I cry in your crucifixions,
And dance in your resurrections.
And I bow to you.
©jon zuck | july 14, 2005 | norfolk, virginia