by Wayne-Daniel Berard

God will say
that you are
chosen that
paradise is
just for you
alone that
only you know
the truth
that dying
is not too
great a price
for you that
universes were
made nations
empires unmade
for you that
special attention
is paid to your
every need want
gesture lash on
your eye beat
of your heart that
lost tribes settled
new worlds for you
and comets will sail
your soul that
all you need to
receive is to ask
anything anything
name it name
me  God
  is a desperate

Wayne-Daniel Berard, Ph. D., teaches at Nichols College in Dudley, MA. He is the founding co-editor of Soul-Lit, an online journal of spiritual poetry. His work has appeared in Poetica, Tiferet, Red Wolf, Silly Tree, Twisted Ending, Melted Wing, Watershed Review, Kerem, Ruah, Sahara, Deronda Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Nimble Spirit, Presence, Wilderness House Literary Review, Ibbitson Street, The Issue, and Soul-Lit, among other publications.  His book, When Christians Were Jews, (That Is Now), is published by Cowely Publishing.  His novel, The Retreatants, is published through  His latest offering is a chapbook, Christine Day, Love Poems. He lives in Mansfield, MA with his wife, The Lovely Christine.