Just for Shits
and Giggles,
Let’s Assume
There is a God.
I,
for one,
SERIOUSLY
don’t know.
How DO you know there is a God?
What does THAT mean?
That we grew up
in AMERICA
in clean clothes
going to Church
on Sunday?
I do remember
My Mother
lining My Dad,
My Two Brothers,
and I.
Up in a row,
in front of the
8 foot long gold velvet
60’s LIVING ROOM sofa,
one Sunday
and SPANKED US all,
with Daddy’s Belt,
because we weren’t ready
to go to Church
on time!
Georgia was PISSED!
That I lived through THAT,
is that how I know
there is a God?
That
Church People
sprinkled water
out of the rusty
Public Water System
in Panama City, Florida
onto my BIG HEAD
in 1956?
Is that how
I’m suppose
to know?
Maybe “God”
is just a figment
of our imagination?
I can IMAGINE that!
Maybe God
was Created
in the Image
of Man?
What if I had been raised
in China,
South Africa,
or ACWORTH?
In 1986,
I lost everything,
and most everyone I loved,
I cried so hard
that my body convulsed,
and I threw my hands in the air,
and CUSSED into the sky:
GOD DAMNIT!!!
I GIVE UP,
I CAN’T DO THIS
ANY-FUCKING=MORE!!!
I was in the car
and had to pull off of
the side of the road
because my body
BLED 30 years
of salty toxins
out of my eyes.
I couldn’t see,
and before I could drive on,
I had to re-learn
even how to
goddamn see.
After letting THAT go,
THIS
Eternal Wave of Calm
engulfed me,
and I’ve never worried since.
Was THAT God?
If it was God,
did “He” not care
that I cussed him?
I said GODDAMN IT!!!
In Vain!
WAIT!
Why did I start off
this ditty saying:
Just for Shits
and Giggles
Let’s Assume
that there is A God?
Why should we Assume THAT?
Everybody Knows,
Nobody Cares.
Nobody Knows,
Everybody Cares.
GROUP HUG!
We’re all in this together,
alone.
We’re all in this alone,
together.
I don’t know,
and I’m quite content.
with not knowing.
*DISCLAIMER:
Sister Louisa is not responsible for suicides, nor salvation, after reading her posts.
