Here I Am! Here I Am! Your God Poem by Ravi Kopra

What kind of God is that
Who goes after virgin Mary
To do his immaculate conception?

And centuries later

Sends some of his farishtas hidden
As small birds to a bat infested
Dark desert cave to send his messages?

If there was a God
Why would he not one day appear

In the Yankee stadium while the ball
game is on, the TV is on, pick up the mike
and declare to the world loudly -

Here I am! Here I am! your God
I look like you, Jesus is my son
Born by my immaculate conception

And I did send farishtas as small birds
To a desert cave to a messenger who formed a
Religion that will overtake you one day. Just wait!