Catman Cohen

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A Cohen Questions God - Poem by Catman Cohen

Oh, God, tell me why
You made my bones
From dust
My soul
From
Hebrew
Clay

Tell me why
You made my mind
From storms
Dark remnants
Of the day

Reveal all your secrets
Why you placed me
In this
Pain

Show me a
Hidden
Higher
Path
The one
From which
I strayed

Refill the pool of
Laughter
Whose waters
Have been
Drained

God

You

Made

Me

So

Sad

And...

Naked I kneel
Before you
Sing your
Yahweh
Name

Naked in your
Temple
Bathed in
Holy
Shade

Tell me why
I was born
A priest
Fallen
And
Betrayed

Fallen
From your
Garden
Lost
In every
Way.


Comments about A Cohen Questions God by Catman Cohen

  • (11/22/2013 5:07:00 PM)


    Not bad. Once I wanted to be a priest for month, but was talked round. A problem was theologic:
    A priest said: ''Jesus was Christ'',
    And I said: ''Why do we say ''Mozart is composer'' and never say ''Mozart was composer'', but only about Jesus we say always ''Jesus was Christ'' and never say ''Jesus is Christ''. Did Jesus loose his license?
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012



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