And what of god?
And what of god
Your childhood friend
Long ago sent packing?
So once again the much-tried
And what of god
Your childhood friend
Long ago sent packing?
So once again the much-tried
Cure, the self-help guide
With careful steps
Or packet mix repellent
But weight-loss guaranteed
And fast
The serious exercise regime
Row for your life
Breathe in, stay calm
Repeat this mantra daily
Above all keep the faith
Another glass of red?
Or mindless televisual
Crap, always a store
Saved, to be replayed
Numbing, hypnotic
Charm of babble and of noise
Prattle, a tale told
Neatly, sweetly
Organised to soothe
Imbibe ingest the drug
Of fiction and escape
Marian Keyes I
Swallow you, devour you
Or is that in reverse
Me, lost gone obliterated
In the pages and the verse?
And what of god
Your childhood friend
Long ago sent packing?
When all and none
Of the above
Will do the trick
Still the rats who gnaw
And bite, not pretty sight
Gruesome, reeking havoc
Then do you yearn
For mum and dad
For black and white TV
Before the F word everywhere
For good behaviour sure
To be rewarded
And are you tempted to your knees
Arthritic now and painful
To call upon him
Childhood friend
Long ago sent packing?
With careful steps
Or packet mix repellent
But weight-loss guaranteed
And fast
The serious exercise regime
Row for your life
Breathe in, stay calm
Repeat this mantra daily
Above all keep the faith
Another glass of red?
Or mindless televisual
Crap, always a store
Saved, to be replayed
Numbing, hypnotic
Charm of babble and of noise
Prattle, a tale told
Neatly, sweetly
Organised to soothe
Imbibe ingest the drug
Of fiction and escape
Marian Keyes I
Swallow you, devour you
Or is that in reverse
Me, lost gone obliterated
In the pages and the verse?
And what of god
Your childhood friend
Long ago sent packing?
When all and none
Of the above
Will do the trick
Still the rats who gnaw
And bite, not pretty sight
Gruesome, reeking havoc
Then do you yearn
For mum and dad
For black and white TV
Before the F word everywhere
For good behaviour sure
To be rewarded
And are you tempted to your knees
Arthritic now and painful
To call upon him
Childhood friend
Long ago sent packing?
18th November 2009, Hounoux
Dear Sally! You have so accurately described me at 35/6, knowing I'd lost my way, but unable to get back on track. What of God ideed! I longed to have a faith, but couldn't pretend I had one. All I had as clue was a slim volume by Corrie Ten Boom, from which I remembered her advice. If you want to know if Jesus is real, pray like this:
ReplyDelete"Jesus, if you're real, come into my heart today." Hmm. Nothing seemed to happen. Then, a few days later, He came in person, quite unmistakeable. And nothing was ever the same again.
Thank you Jenny. That is a powerful story. Have been struggling lately and so wishing for the simple certainty of my childhood/ adolescent faith.
ReplyDeleteI have a strange relationship with my spiritual self ongoing from childhood. What I do know is that I get taken by surprise by 'miracles' for want of a better word. They present in so many ways but always have the same effect of somehow giving me a moment of clarity, feeling like I'm back on track of re connecting with 'my heart,humanity, spirit, God' call it what you like. Sometimes their timing can make you smile!
ReplyDeleteI think I am the same as you Jude. Perhaps everyone's relationship with their spiritual self- or their soul, see poem above- is strange and particular. In recent times of serious anxiety for loved ones I have wished for a place to go with the worry and the stress, for solace. I am reminded of your previous comment too Jude, on the poem about Ship St Meeting, about lilies blooming, miraculous. I love that image and find it comforting too.
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