G-D Is Everywhere Poem by Suburban Lovechild

I'm surrounded
By those that believe
By those who conceive
That one's obsession and possession
Can lead to G-d's affection
I don't question their position
That noncompliance is perdition
To some heaven here on Earth
Stomached by some lord's thick girth
I prefer a tempered vision
One without devout or fission
Something tangible with proof
Compared to magic, faith, aloof
I understand the desperate need
To lean on something beyond their seed
Some large, hypnotic master
To help us all avoid disaster
But then some shooter's flagrant whim
Mows down everyone but Him
How does that compute the feeling
While the corpses finish bleeding
And yet when circumstances perish
By some indignant source that's garish
Leaving us wishing for the force
To lessen fate's corrupt remorse
We bring our hands together
Our forlorn limbs of ash and leather
It doesn't matter how consistent
When the prodigal yell's insistent
I need the fix, I need it now
I don't care who, I don't care how
This leads to redeemers blazing trails
To stores where G-d's love goes on sale
Because when shoves are frail pushes
Who really cares who saves our tushes.

(8/15/15)