Admiel Kosman imagines a congenial jack-of-all-trades constantly fixing our transgressions.

The Central God

The central god is passing through our neighborhood now.
He’ll heal everyone, fix everything. And he has plenty of time, no one
will be squeezed out. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, he’s smiling.
He’s the central god in the role of a glazier now.

A glazier, a new glazier for repairs, and from every porch
all the families and neighbors watch him now,
so tall and slim, almost transparent, passing by,
he repairs everything in complete serenity, oh
you’ve nothing to worry about, ma’am, everything’s shining
now, the windows and the lights, sparkling
like new, this is how life is now
as my central god passes through
our neighborhood in the role of a glazier now.

He is the central god, supreme, the one on high, and he’s passing by
our neighborhood as a gardener now, with a rake and a ploughshare and a broken bucket. He weeds, and hoes, spreading eternal stardust on the lawn of the neighbor on the left
and on the fires of the future and the past, nothing to be afraid of
here, he’s smiling
on the elderly, it’s never
too late to give me
counsel and understanding,
forgiveness and wisdom and again
god returns and smiles, the central god
of dignity, of darkness, the angels and divinity,
of my people, so tired, in the neighborhood,
yesterday, today, tomorrow.

He is the central god, supreme, the one on high, lofty,
passing by our neighborhood with a wheelbarrow now. God
the professional, the plasterer, excellent builder and provider of
abundant whitewash, the plaster tablets of knowledge and choice
tottering in the wheelbarrow among the cylinders and tiles,
while this god, so slim, the central
Mr. Fixit, who established this pure and clean
universe many years ago, sits
with cherubs now, a pure hero, Lord, creator and speaker
of the plain truth, wrapped in a filmy robe of light, this god
is passing by our neighborhood in complete serenity now,
making good repairs and fixing
every transgression.