Poem by Lyndal Vercoe

Imagine
If we could have known that in fact Our Father In Heaven
Wears no beard on his lovely sky-blue face.
His eyes are lotus-soft
His glossy dark curls are crowned with a peacock feather
He plays a wooden flute
He is fond of cows - in fact he dances with cow-herders
He wields a discus - which is actually the rings of Saturn
That he loves us as he loves his young calves - imagine - Our Father.