But God

she is worried
about what is happening to me

the silence and the stare
the long walks seem not to help
the loss of appetite for life
the one that forgets the sweet taste of water
the softness of rain
at night

to all the queries
there will be no answer

God is like that
He is silence and why do we not have to worry about Him?
His silence for all those eons and eons
Did you see his hands? Did you triumph on doubts?
Do you ever remember his last appearance?
when was that?

she is worried because i am asking for specifics now
she is worried because God is Love
and all my love is gone

including what i once revealed to her
that first time
when we were so young and so gullible
about
the magic of creation

we are all dumb.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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