what about forgiving god? our bodies an almighty resting place bless him with a soft bed—with ecstasies mustn't he have a taste for life? a love-song by morning's bouncing lark espresso beans' crushed splendor a sun-staring sneeze of stars —relief from their gravity might we be his catharsis his peace from creative cost yes, lord hath laid his burden down on man; for this gift alone, we must forgive him