Walking with God

白马西北驰

Walking with God

“Open the sky for me, Lord,
I lost one of sandals there.”
I tapped the cloudy door
On the top of my ladder.

He was as tall as me.
And when we walked He always laughed,
And I used to accept readily
The queer covenant He proposed.

Once he said gravely:
Tribes of men would be divided,
And they would be garrulous
And have no pity on each other.

I do not believe these words in my bones.
And now I am old and bound in bed.
And my tribe becomes numerous states,
And they stare at each other as lions.

And I know He is also old and in bed.

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不会难为侍郎吧