Feb 2, 2009

Silent Poetry Day

Who chooses? The pass, the catch, the jubilation, Hands point skyward, "Thank you Jesus", is on their lips, The pass, the catch, the disconsolation, Heads hang low, "Why God?" is on their lips. Does God pick the winner? A child plays in the yard, strong and agile, He laughs, eyes filled with joy, A child looks from the window, sad and lonely, Eyes filled with pain and sorrow. Does God pick the healthy child? We eat, we drink, we shop, we live, The bounty of life seems endless, Someone hungers, someone thirsts and someone dies, The pain of life is endless. Does God pick the hungry? Bombs rain down with death and destruction, We sleep peaceful in our beds, they are far away, Bombs rain down with death and destruction, Someone dies in the night, torn apart, the bombs are near. Does God pick the victims? Who is this God who decides who wins and loses? Who is this God who decides who is sick and who is well? Who is this God who decides who is full or whose stomach is empty? Who is this God who decides who lives and who dies? We see, but we don't see, We see, but we look away, We see, but we don't act, We look for God , but God is not here, just you and me. We chose who, that's who. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

9 comments:

Coffee Messiah said...

I don't know Merle, we may have to find a way to come and meet you one day.

Nicely done ; ) and Thanks for joining in ; )

Megan said...

That's pretty awesome.

tut-tut said...

A poet, an essayist, a memoirist. I hope you start to send something out for print publication. I'm first in line for purchase.

Avid Reader said...

Nicely Done, Mr Sneed! A tip o' the hat to you.

Nan Patience said...

So we're the Deciders??

e said...

Wow, Mr. Sneed, provacative poem!

Kurt said...

Merle, you should submit that poem for publication!

Merle Sneed said...

Nan,

I guess what I was thinking about is how much suffering in the world to which we turn a blind eye. Kids get sick, people die, sometimes life is unfair and beyond our control. I submit that most part, human suffering persists because we turn a blind eye to the causes.

Of course, as always, I may be full of crap.

bella rum said...

Whew!

Merle, you need to explore this talent.