god enthuses

 

tatterdemalion dandelions

ragamuffin buttercups

congregating in my garden

for a rapscallion raucous celebration

 of whatever it is

they're whooping it up

in carefree acclamation

breeze blown adoration

down the line of trees

and all along the cusp

a profusion of confusion

pointless yet magnifcently purposeful

the thought comes

sweet and paradoxical

in a mystical woodlands kind of way

they are just like the famous atheist Richard Dawkins

no wait listen

 we praise God in our very being

 men and flowers

in the lecture hall

and in the bowers

sometimes in spite of ourselves

perhaps on Judgement Day

the Deity may say

"Step forward Richard Dawkins

Well done true and faithful servant"

and the great scientist might sheepishly reply

"But I denied you every day"

then God will surely smile

"Yes but you inspired James Healy

to write his fragmentary lyric about dandelions

no really

with its odd internal rhythms

careless caressing cadences of mellifluity

its almost absent rhyme scheme

and wondrous random consistent incongruity

like the irish language hummed in english

effortlessly singing

jaunty joyful praise

I love that thing"