God Cried
God cried on me today
and tried to wash away
all of the evil tidings.
He sobbed his anguish
at what we have become
and declined comment.
History repeats itself
in subtle ways and more.
We remember the stories.
Unlike Noah, an arc
would not save us
from Dennis or Emily.
Every year He repeats
these savage tantrums
similar to those forty
days and nights of yore.
Every year we thumb
our noses at the Almighty.
We are tired of living
as others prescribe.
We disregard warnings
when issued too soon
like Virginia's wolf
only more mundane.
God cried on me today.
When will he learn
his tears cleanse only him.
and tried to wash away
all of the evil tidings.
He sobbed his anguish
at what we have become
and declined comment.
History repeats itself
in subtle ways and more.
We remember the stories.
Unlike Noah, an arc
would not save us
from Dennis or Emily.
Every year He repeats
these savage tantrums
similar to those forty
days and nights of yore.
Every year we thumb
our noses at the Almighty.
We are tired of living
as others prescribe.
We disregard warnings
when issued too soon
like Virginia's wolf
only more mundane.
God cried on me today.
When will he learn
his tears cleanse only him.
posted by Vickie at 5:57 PM
3 Comments:
ooh..... great final line!
We've been pretty much having something of a storm per day lately. After I started this, I became somewhat influenced by a post Angie made about weathermen and hurricane season. I, too, like the final line.
Great poem, Vickie--and very timely.
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