Because His Hands would blind us

I cleaned the world with all my wit

I taped its wounds and mends

but the stubborn weeds would have none of it

and the tree lines forever they bend

I caulked the floors of ancient seas

I loosed the fiery dragons

I showed the camels their ugly knees

I brought food by many wagons

I bent to put the weight of my toe

on a desert where flowers sprouted

I swam the channels where dolphins go

and the sailors they only pouted

I stirred up the waters

and they thought of their boats

I caused bread to fall down from heaven

I blessed them with daughters

and traded for their goats

But their hands with me were uneven

Sometimes I crushed an era or two

in hopes that a fresh start might win them

But all that I got was a thorn in my shoe

and a trickle by trickle built kingdom

How are you slow? they’d ask Me at night

How is the size of you thwarted?

and I chuckle replied at the thought of their fright

if to them all of Me I escorted

For I am the Storm that showered out planets

though I feed little lambs and small doves

My fists are of light and my fingers are granite

the only Me they can bear are my gloves.