A to Z Challenge: G

Today's offering is a poem about religion. You've been warned. 

I ramble a bit. Tomorrow's post will be more concise.  

God

God is dead, reported Nietzsche,

and it’s true he’s been assassinated

by Stalin and again by Castro

just to be sure. But these killers

came after Nietzsche.

The left-wing philosopher

announces that he’s searched

and all he’s found

is that there is no God.

Not even a corpse

or a skeleton.

But my religion is less certain,

more open to debate. I see

Him as an absentee landlord

oblivious to the joy and misery

in his earthly estate. I see

Her as a distracted mother

who gives her children the car keys

and looks away as they smash the fender.

Modern Christians mock the ancient,

outdated myths, yet pray to a man

who turned water into wine,

walked on water,

multiplied the loaves with a flick of his heavenly wrist,

recovered from a week of death.

I know enough of God

to know that I don’t know,

I’ll never know.

I guess everything came

from something but something

had to exist first. So if God

was first, who or what

created God? 

I don’t need

a god to appreciate the shape

of a woman’s body

or the colors of a sunset.

I don’t blame God

or deny God

whenever humans suffer. I know

my good deeds are grains of sand

on an endless beach.

I know my failures are drops

of water in an eternal sea.

I know my life is as meaningless

as the echo

of silence.