Rediscovered this image of a rudimentary draft of a poem jotted down on the side of a brown paper bag in public then forgotten about. I hurriedly revised this weird dive into the messiness of life. Here it is.
When God sings
They don’t always sound sweet & pretty.
Sometimes such a song
Wakes us up
And stops our dancing.
When we stop to listen,
A lament of such deep sorrow
Rumbles up from the bowels of our planet
And vibrates loose the stars from Heaven.
Comets & moons, asteroids & planets collide,
And space dust skreeks across the void
In tangles of broken violins & cosmic rays
So violent the Kosmos wails.
We humans do not get the message.
Don’t even wanna know there is a message.
We have dropped The Key.
What we don’t understand is not all souls are
Automatically immortal.
What we don’t understand is spirituality is hard work.
What we fail to understand is God is NOT Love and never was.
We had it backwards, sort of.