Mountains And Molehills Poem by Andy Brookes

Thoughts strung like lanterns, swift riding on wings, God wonderswhose in charge?

He is silent. Then I am he says a bit fed up all the wailing an gnashing of teeth, argumentsabout who came first or the essence of my Divinity.

I am, he says who I am but they are deaf after all that clamouring, those strident voices have affected their hearing. Mary weeps.

This wasn't what I signed up for says Christ lookat the mess they're making. All the suffering was for nothing.

Oh no, God says. never nothing but a valuable lesson. After all we learn from our mistakes. Mary sighs.

Christ looks fit to burst and says with much venom. Enlightenment is as far away as ever. Damn those preachers and their ilk.

No says God they have a damn themselves Stuck in wheel of chaotic argument and scriptural discourse the message is lost under pile of paper.

Might as well shred it all Christ says. Mary smiles sadly.

They'll have clean it up themselves this time, God says as he starts on a new creation.

Maybe this time? he remarks.

thoughts enormous, God does not have little ones, hang in the nebulous universe.

They blaspheme. says Christ.

There you go. says God. you picked up some bad habit when you were there.

I have it on good authority God chortles, my own in fact, there is such thing as blaspheming, that is a man made constructto justify the cruelty, hated and death they inflict on their fellow man in my name.A ruse no less. What they fail to understand is there is no right way. Just a set of rules to follow.

If only says Christ. we'd have a little peace.

God then makes mountains with a thought rise and begins contouring his newEden. Mary weeps.

Maybe self determination wasn't the way to go says Christ.

Mary laughs a little tear trickles down her cheek.

God looks on benign

you know, Mary says through her tears, you could forgive them or is it too late?

God looks at her and smiles well maybe not to late but then again it just might be.