(click here for the short film based on poem.)
what would God do if He had to fall to His knees
because He could no longer stand the call of all of His pleas?
would He look at the tears that are released by all of His fears?
could He then understand that the plans of Man can hardly withstand the hands of the man who takes control of His life and injects the strife by losing Him His money, His kids and His wife?
i wonder if He’d then see a reason to be funny.
i wonder in what season He’d see himself not being hungry.
i wonder if treason’s the charge He’d lead when He’s at large, a day away from it being sunny.
maybe He’d look to the knife to cut off the reign of the pain that’s rife.
maybe He’d just sit quietly as His thoughts violently push Him forward,
persistently towards a light that been nothing but consistently dormant.
there’s no telling if He’d even be respondent.
He’d probably just start yelling, without checking His spelling,
about how He’s done buying what that man is selling.
He’d yell that that hell of a sale is no longer compelling.
i’m pretty sure that He’d forget all of His endorsements, regret all of His investments,
withdraw all of His sentiments and harbor all of His resentments.
He’d be done with His laments, brush the dust off His garments,
and scream to hell with all of His torments.
He’d then go to His heart and evict all of Its tenants.
He’d set fire to all of the remnants just to see them all froze and despondent.
in the end, i don’t know what God would do,
if He was like me or even like you,
i’m just guessing.
it’s what i do, to keep me from stressing
about what i will wear and what i will be ingesting,
forgetting about the birds in the air and how the grass of the field is dressing.