It Is You Who Has Many Counterparts Poem by Mark Heathcote

God, has entered a doorway into my heart
Where He makes pleasant mutterings and imparts
Isn't the weather nice here for the time of year?
Do you have plans to go out my dear balladeer?

I am yawning—listening to Him—watching a cloud
What brings you here Lord, where's your camouflage
It is you, who hides behind a wall of fog a shroud,
I-have-no needs of one; it is you, who is a mirage.

It is you, child, who is both snow and ice;
It is you who are a refraction of hard-bitter light.
You who is both flesh and blood, a false edifice
Pretending always to know what is, just and right.

God is smiling as He testifies to be the truth,
As He makes pleasant mutterings and imparts:
I have looked deep into your heart like a sleuth
Discovered it is you who has many counterparts.

I detected before me, at a threshold one-standing,
Willing to leap into the unknown wilderness
Who isn't afraid to walk a path of righteousness?
I answer Him, yes Lord, isn't this day enchanting.