Desperate, God in heaven ripped open his shirt,
clutched his chest, and screamed,
"Look into this divine heart and see my love
pumping like crazy into creation to sustain you!"
Suddenly as people opened their mouths to speak
all words vanished when passing the lips
everyone became a creature of silence.
There was no more shouting.
In time they learned to communicate
by pressing their hands in precise, subtle touches
to others' palms, chest, neck, cheeks, knees, and thighs.
Such intimate pressings!
Even today anger melts as fingers everywhere
caress warmly, softly, the temples of others.
As for me, I wait for that beautiful chest
to be bared again, and never to leave it.