Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Changing Places Between Divine And Human - Poem by Erhard Hans Josef Lang
If God were a man, he might descend on earth,
open shop down here,
like all the other fellows do,
charge his tokens for his rays of sun
that, incessantly rolling the spheres,
on every one of us
masterpieces of creation shines down so lavishly.
But there had been no signs yet,
God ever wanted to take that plunge into the human sphere.
Infinitely straying through cosmos, indeed, must be the greater joy.
God obviously didn' t want to populate
His spheres with unfailing robots of good luck,
alive only, to be fading away with boredom of existence.
Nor wouldn' t anyone have come up with the idea of praying,
if not for fear to be overlooked by Him
at the time of His showering blessings,
if the greatest thing on earth really were only,
to look after all subalterns all of the time,
and to set all the hopeful among us grapplers
on their best possible courses.
If men were to be God, given the knowledge,
We as men have already gathered,
we might well set up a globe spanning network of energy conversion,
for His free sun rays to run also Our empowered gadgets
we men have invented for daily use,
as free as His machinery of creation and supervision.
And if man were to be as good a man as God,
as we so readily love Him to be called,
why wouldn' t we want to readily chip in His talents and abilities? !
Each of us, then, panvoluntaristically working together hand in hand,
to allow for a free flow of all ' give & take'
on these our lives' challenging tumbler grounds,
along the rivers of all essential and all wanton goods,
suddenly divinely common-standard?
Which were to make people happy,
feeding and decorating us evermore
at the voluntary price of a truly free,
individual participation in running the world?
Thus things getting organized
that one fine day,
by that natural waterfall of
the river of goods,
once made to flow for free for all,
any rarer upcoming items of the pioneering novelty,
produced for the sake of improving the human lot further,
were to come splashing in -
truly sensational -
showering their refreshening sprays of comfort,
not over who' s got more money, but
first-off as booty for the televised winners of
most entertaining, smart-earth candy shows,
to be applauded by excited masses,
who' d stand by monitoring the renewing common shores of life
while joyously clapping their hands,
instead of falling prey to the sting of envy
over unlevelling, ill-spread money,
while waiting amused for their own turns
and lucky jumps into the expanded waters of
the share-all-for-free ocean of life then to be?
If man were to be God,
hadn' t He enough leisure time at hand,
to really go and look for, and, eventually stem out,
the root of persistent evil - money?
Man seems made to improve.
Animalhood improved to be man,
without wasting in sacrifice the animals away.
Were it not likewise for manhood to improve to be more like God,
without wasting in sacrifice
the human element away -
by a regulated growing in the wisdom of the plants?
And just to think of what
greater happiness also there could be
in between the sexes,
if man and woman were to be His human god and goddess!
Or would it strictly take God as a man to make man a god?
Could one, even if simply a man, somehow ever
make Him care to allow us men -
to soften our grip on life
by letting us have ungodly money abolished?
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