Hilltops higher than houses hosting skiers
Rushing rivers relocating rocks
Intelligent intruders investigating
Seventy seven cents sitting on a dresser
Testifiers telling truths
God on high watching amused
Spits an inch on planet frenzy.
O humble inch, not ambitious, not assuming, still
Swells not with pride
Nor insults do shrink
Cares not for first downs
Nor pants too short or tight
Never twinges at colliding car scratches
Nor delights in peekaboo stunning sun rises
Oh inch, oh standard of measure so humble
How you demonstrate Divine Economia.
Oh models, oh marks, Christ and inch alike
We violate you at our peril.
Oh humble Father’s Son
Perfect reflection of The Good One
Model healer, feeder, teacher
Gold, and hatred-power dissipater
Like the inch eschewing both good and evil
Uncovers the mystical void
Through which the earth was formed
And the teensy weensy gate to heaven is exposed.
Two teachers twirling crystals make rainbows bloom
Silly Willy swings his legs sitting on a star
Isaiah laughs at loony lions licking lambs
Resting Richard raises roses by the river
Hilarious hillbillies hop over hedgehogs
Circles and bubbles draw holy wholes
Itching inch calling for attention cries good night gone
My work is done.