Poety stuff - God Snores
God comes to meeting before anyone elseTakes a seat toward the back
And rests his chin on his chest
He always wears his nametag
Facing the wrong way
Sorry feminists,
He is an old man with white hair.
A wild beard
Bushy, patriarchal eyebrows
As the silence of the meeting settles
Dusty and full of old prayers
That circulate with the squeaking ceiling fans
God snores
It is a sawing snore
That rattles the windows
Uninterrupted by our polite worship
Our quiet platitudes.
If we sing or dance or shout
Will he open his blue eyes?
posted by Kiara at
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