Thursday, November 12, 2009

Song for a Neglected God

When God left the
church at five
he took his golden revolver and
headed for the meadows
for target practice.
At about
ten, he headed
to his wife
and children
in his car
a row of willows.

Maybe there's a reason this God has been neglected?

I have no idea if I read the poem correctly, but it gave me chill bumps.
Thanks Matt. If I were God, I would feel neglected.
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