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?
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