The old, foolish man continues to sit on the grass,
Gazing at the heavens above.
He seems ridiculous talking to himself like that.
Occasionaly, he will ask a question out loud,
Even though no one is around.
He is asking God, or so he thinks.
But does God listen? Does God even exists?
This old man seems to think so.
Ignoring what everyone else says,
The old man continues on with his business.
He even ignores the snickering, which is heard
Every time he brings to the lawn a small animal,
Which he immediately burns.
The flame rises high, and he is proud,
Proud that the sweet-scented aroma, to him at least,
Will reach up to God's palace.
Sometimes he will receive a lot of stares,
For he takes off his clothes, imitating Adam,
And dances around the flames,
Singing with arms flailing around his head.
As the audience walks away, they shake their heads,
Unsure of what happened to this man.
However, if one looks closely into this man's actions,
They realize that what he does
Is not obscene at all.
He is not doing anything for the attention of the people,
But instead for the attention of God.
Apparently, what this old foolish man does
Is his idea of pleasing God,
But even if God is pleased,
Is that enough to bring Him down?