Sunday, October 28, 2007

Poety stuff - God Snores

God comes to meeting before anyone else
Takes 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?