God's In The Shadows Poem by Gary Diamond

God's in the shadows.
He lurks in all the places full of mortal danger.
I like him.

He wants us to better ourselves by pushing.
I like that, too.

Soldiers forged in the heat of battle know a thing or two about him.
It's only when taking the life of another man with the bayonet
Or the rifle, or the atomic bomb
That a man feels his life is more full
And his duty done.
I would whole-heartedly agree.

You see, God lurks in the shadows where the all-emcompassing brightness of
The neon lights
The market stalls
The Christmas nights
The forest aflame
Can never hope to penetrate.

Society was a nest created to push out all the bad eggs of good intention.
Society fails because in trying to purge, it denies us all the urges that make us so.
We want to cheat.
We want to lie.
We have to steal.
We must fight and hurt feelings.
It's natural and it is the thing to do, whether we like or
Not.

Most say not.

So there he is again, lurking in the shadows playing cards and laughing as he rolls his dice.
He wants of me only what I want of myself; to prove that I'm weak enough to indulge my vice.
This is the testing ground.
This is where the fun really begins.
So hurry up and fail, grand society, and keep another guilty party out of jail.

I like that. He likes that too.