God's Confession

[jakecaller]

 

I was sitting along

In a godforsaken bar

Somewhere on the lunatic fringes

Of society

 

On the bad part of town

Over by railroad tracks 

Heading to hell

As fast as I could drink it down

 

Enjoying my lonely drink

Drinking by my lonesome self

 

With my partners

Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother

And his old Granddad

 

Just drinking and hanging

With the Jack Daniel's gang

 

A crazed bum

With a thousand year stare

Walks up to me

 

He begins

Muttering to himself

 

Nutty nonsense

Crazy words

In a lunatic's voice

 

He had the look

Of one possessed 

By his own demons

 

That only he can see

Or hear

 

Possessed by a secret knowledge

Only he knew

 

Despite myself

I was fascinated 

By this lunatic's tale

 

So, I stopped him 

And said

 

So, what's your game

Anyway

 

The short little dude

Stopped his insane prattle

 

Starting at me

With that thousand year old stare

 

Just another washed up

Lunatic

 

Too many drugs

Too many bad nights

On the wrong side of life

 

An acid causality from the 60’s

Went out so far

Down the LSD rabbit hole

Never came back

 

He looked at me

And proclaimed his story

 

He reared up

And filled up the room

 

And lifted the bar

On his finger

 

And stared down at me

From the sky

 

And said

Since you asked

 

I am God

The alpha and Omega

The real deal

 

The original dude of dudes

The sultan of Swing

God of hosts

And father of that Jesus dude

 

But no one knows me 

Any more

No one cares

 

They think I am irrelevant

They think I am dead

 

They think I am a fairy tale

From some olden, ancient time

 

Some say I am dead

Others think I should be dead

That my work is done

 

I looked at him

Carefully now

And what did I see

 

An old man

With that lunatic look

But there was something else

 

He was crazy

Sure yes

But perhaps he was the real deal

 

I mean why not

Why would not God be

A lunatic wandering around loose

 

Talking to low lives like me

In a bar

On the way to hell

 

So, I looked at him

And invited him to share

His tale of woe

 

God tells me

Well, it's like this

 

Many a year ago

People believed in me

 

But one day

They quit believing in me

And they went on without me

 

As they left me 

My powers got weaker and weaker

And so eventually I became

What you see today

 

A broken down drunk

Hanging out 

Looking for a hand out

Looking for some company

Or at least a free dinner

 

And he laughed and laughed

And I looked at him

And saw the beginnings of the end

And the ends of the beginnings

 

I saw a million planets 

Flash by 

A billion people

A trillion sentient beings

 

Thinking all at once

Thoughts filled my head

Lights flashed

 

And I knew

He was telling the truth

 

But it did not matter

In this day and age

Of materialism

 

God has no role

God is truly dead

 

And so, I bought him a drink

And walked out of the bar

Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

 

God was dead

And we had all conspired 

To kill him

 

Long live God

 

Published in Otherwise Engaged, Vol 1 2018

[Tinker]

Hi Jake I thought the perspective of this interesting but rambling like a drunken tale which fits the content.  It certainly gives a very different image. I found it unsettling.

 

~~Tink

[jakecaller]

thanks for the comment.  This poem is indeed unsettling.  It reflects on whether there is a room for God in the corrupt modern world.  and it was written as a nightmare. 

 

jake 

[dcmarti1]

Important theology here. Kudos on having it published. The short, swift, flowing lines sound just like a bar conversation.

[jakecaller]

thanks for the feedback. Glad you liked it,