Betsy said it and we laughed.
I can’t remember what we
were talking about. I just
remember how we laughed
and remarked that that was
a good one when she said,
“God isn’t who He used to be.”
I kind of want to tell you more,
you know, the context of our
conversation or to expound on
the implications, the irony which
instantly brought laughter.
But whatever more I could tell
you is already there for you to see.
It is in the remark itself:
“God isn’t who He used to be.”
It’s about us.
Oh Dark One, purveyor of evil, time traveler,
spanner of eons, how deftly you intuit weakness,
squeeze your fetid intentions into hopeful souls
defaming histories once noble and good.
Is it true that you must be? Could we not
imagine a life quite lovely without you?
Or have we in our veiled ignorance simply
designed you for clarity and meaning?
Perhaps you do not exist at all.
Mist on the calm sea
caresses my troubled soul
and I am renewed.
FYI: Haiku is a Japanese poetry form of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.
The Lark on the post
has the ear of all who listen
as it sings for us.
FYI: Haiku is a Japanese poetry form of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.