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GOD GOES FOR A WALK

by @donall-dempsey

GOD GOES FOR A WALK God goes for a walk. it is the depths of Winter but, at a whim he makes it ...Spring. Because. He can. I also, as it happens have gone for a walk & am surprised by the sudden change of the weather. . ? ...whatever! He is wearing a yellow gangster style fedora. He looks like Marlon Brando being The Godfather. He sports the brightest of yellow waistcoats which compliments the purple shirt...purple trousers. He strides along with His Paisley patterned  Parisian walking stick whistling the music of The Spheres. The World bows before him. He is well pleased with Himself, un- -til: He encounters me coming towards him dressed in a gangster style yellow fedora the brightest of yellow waistcoats not to mention the purple shirt...purple trousers. I, also, possess a Paisley patterned  Parisian walking stick. We nod politely saying nothing but... He is miffed at me wearing His outfit and I also miffed at Him wearing mine! We pass each other God & creature. And God...damn if He doesn't make it Winter on the very next step. He was always a Jealous God.
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Jul 20, 2018
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Two of my friends found themselves in that awful party situation where they turned up in the same frock and same hairstyle and same makeup. One would have thought it was done on purpose or that they had indeed been cloned. They had the good grace to laugh it off and pretended they were twins! This made me wonder what would happen if God decided to embody himself and take a walk about his world just so to see what it was like from our point of view. He choose the most outlandish style of dress( not knowing that it was exactly what I have been known to wear on many occasions )thus creating the ensuing fracas when our paths cross. Thus it is that a poem is created from the party/frock happening and an idle whim of mine as I find myself out for a perambulation. Ahhh...the mind of the walking poet...one would have thought that I would have seen a host of golden daffodils but instead into my ever walking mind came this thought. Mea Culpa!

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