1
full of faith and belief
I prayed and prayed;
and at long last God
(don’t imagine a He or She)
said to me:
“I’m moved by your faith.
Is there something you’d like?”
I shook my head.
And God smiled
and said:
“Would you like
some gold, oil and money?”
“No,” I said
and prayed and prayed.
“A never-ending supply
of food, perhaps?”
asked God.
“No, no,” I said,
and prayed and prayed.
“The gift of poetry, perhaps?”
asked God.
“No, no, never that.
What, you want to ruin me?”
I said,
and prayed and prayed.
“Wealth? Fame?
A good obedient wife
who can’t speak, perhaps?”
said good God.
“No, no, “
I said
and prayed and prayed.
2
“Shall I,” offered God,
“remove all suffering
from the world?”
“No,” I said.
“The world’s already used to it.”
And I prayed and prayed.
“Look, you must tell me
what you want,”
said God, now appearing a little irritated.
“Oh well, if you insist,”
I said.
“I want your job.”
And God disappeared
as fast as speedy Gonzales.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 12:37 AM UTC
1
full of faith and belief
I prayed and prayed;
and at long last God
(don’t imagine a He or She)
said to me:
“I’m moved by your faith.
Is there something you’d like?”
I shook my head.
And God smiled
and said:
“Would you like
some gold, oil and money?”
“No,” I said
and prayed and prayed.
“A never-ending supply
of food, perhaps?”
asked God.
“No, no,” I said,
and prayed and prayed.
“The gift of poetry, perhaps?”
asked God.
“No, no, never that.
What, you want to ruin me?”
I said,
and prayed and prayed.
“Wealth? Fame?
A good obedient wife
who can’t speak, perhaps?”
said good God.
“No, no, “
I said
and prayed and prayed.
2
“Shall I,” offered God,
“remove all suffering
from the world?”
“No,” I said.
“The world’s already used to it.”
And I prayed and prayed.
“Look, you must tell me
what you want,”
said God, now appearing a little irritated.
“Oh well, if you insist,”
I said.
“I want your job.”
And God disappeared
as fast as speedy Gonzales.
as human beings, we are mostly unthinking; inventions and discoveries, for example, are made by the few and enjoyed mindlessly by the majority; and worse, we transfer this mindlessness and dependency to our inner lives and in our thoughts about mortality and life, and in our search for meaning...this poem offers itself in one's inquiry into truth
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