Please don’t be bored
This chest does many questions hoard
It is just time they show on your board
What do you prefer?
Hymns like tall airs forcing deep roots to tap
And heads of tall grasses to sway?
Or praise songs monster-gangster-like
With clap like Satanic palms
Slapping the cheeks of fresh fallen angels
In revenge for their longer shine?
Or worship songs like potent aphrodisiac
Which creates filthy and yearning goosebumps
Sizes of mountains on disciplinarians
Who deem perverts cancerous to this world of ours?
Or could it be instrumentals?
Ones which force shut even eyes of doubting Thomases
And cage voiced mimes
In the throats of the captivated?
Or could it be songs by solo singers
Whose voices are nasal chorded
Like wind-pipes of huge and tired vehicles
Calling for the attention of their deaf drivers?
Or do you prefer those songs which appear during sermons
When frog-like voices of preachers croak like hell chases
As loud shoutings like angry thunders
Strike through their vocal chords shooting heads with aches?
Just tell it to me
The one you do prefer, so I can see
And know thy preference oh Lord!
Because the deaf cannot hear the tunings of his voice
The dumb cannot sing any chorus to you
Those with no hands can never clap during your praises
Neither can those without legs jump up and down in your dance
Are they doomed to disqualification from thy kingdom?
Where do you live?
In hearts or in churches?
In seas or in mountains?
In the heavens or beneath the earth?
You are one mythical shadow
One the lenses of the sun fail to capture
What is thy trick oh God?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(Photo Credit: Google pics)
8 replies on “DUMMY CHAT WITH GOD”
He’s a mystical light
Mythical light? Interesting.
yea…a light whose truth is mystery, beyond the understanding of man
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your poem is deep. I would love write a piece with you
Cool but give me some time to sort myself out. Too tight now.
Let me know when you are up for it