Scot Gehret - “My God”

Next poem comes from Scot Gehret. Enjoy!



My god
by Scot Alan Gehret


My god
is lost in the fog
of my doubts
which are the cogs
in the wheel
of my discontent machine
whose steam open the valves
allowing me to vent--
my god doesn’t pay my rent,
or any bills,
clean up the milk I spill.
My god,
don’t simply judge me
as a malcontent
with a vengeance.
I can deny you, yes,
three times if you need,
but hey, the jury’s still out for me.
Sure, I doubt--
to blindly believe--
I believe to be a cop out.
My god,
they can spout all the rhetoric,  
the parables and the magic,
but I continue to suspect
the lack of evidence.

My god,
do you have any idea
how many holes are in your story
with little facts to back them up?
My god,
do you know
how many console themselves,
make whole themselves
while too few delve
into the lack of facts?
All fiction to the
answer to
“Why’s she got to die from disease?”
My god,
Do you see
why one could seize
on the opportunity to
to tell a story of God
with full impunity,
yet under my scrutiny--
it lacks credibility--
revised mythology,
an easy to swallow ideology
makes me choke
on my hope
for a better way?
My god,
how about just a trace
of a hint
of a clue
of a concrete sign
of what is beyond.
I am fond of the stories
which enrich my mind (my soul)
but whose pitch
from whose pen
about what he (she) wants
is “the word”
My god,
I just don’t know
So, I itch for more…
My God,
Why do you get all of the pleasure
And none of the pain?
All of the credit,
yet none of the blame?
My god
seems to want me in the dark,
no place for my spark
of imagination on my idea
of what my god might be.
Blind men see
god better than I
and you see,
I’m blind
to the god of men.
Theories, yes,
but belief, faith, no.
How can I?
If he (she) is so mad,
Let him (her) say so.
My god,
Would you believe

If you were me?

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