A Note To God
Where’ve you been these days?
Did you make the oceans
collecting years of human tears
so we could build another tribute museum
complete with a gift shop full of memorabilia
so we don’t forget,
as it seems you have,
because
shit just keeps hitting the fan.
We can’t hold our candles any tighter,
or plead for your help one more time,
as our one, human voice
holds the line steady.
Must we keep on getting together like this,
hoping you’ll somehow,
hear our voice differently?
Do we really need all these
special deeds and creeds to keep you here
in our back pocket?
And it seems you and I don’t seem to share
the same values, with things like
world peace too much for you to pull off.
The stories, of your encounters with us
are different words
heard through
different ears
giving each of us a different idea about you
that just perpetuates
our deepest divides in such a way
that makes me think, maybe,
we made you up ourselves, on the fly
not to mention the hate, injustice
and suffering
ultimately committed
because of those different ideas.
Why don’t you clear your name?
Prayers doesn’t penetrate
the echo chamber that is the
simulated heavens,
and yet
we still find ways to give you credit.
We experience and process,
process and experience,
sleep and recharge,
procreate, perpetuate.
Repeat.
“Technology’s a miracle!”, we apophenize,
“Medical advances are miracles!”
I get it.
But, compared to plagues and parting seas,
it’s really bupkis.