God Misery Poem by Harlan Simantel

God, i believe in you
but not the fantasy of the Jew
not the bible so full of hype
adverstising healing
and promises of every type

abundant life and joy
and kids around your table
like olive plants
making merry in the Lord's dance

reality is a more sober show
grief, loss, and loved ones
never healed
evelyn writhing in arthritic pain
upon her sweat-soaked mattress
jesus too cold to heal
he had no heart to feel

a 30 year headache
pleadings ignored
while we prayed
jesus and his father peacefully snored

unconcerned, apparently watching
when awake
with pleasure our pain
dashers of hopes
liars, not keeping promises

we live in delusion and disillusion
misery our best friend
realizing too late we were duped
an effective Savior - God never did send