'' I Have Granted Him Absolution '' Poem by Bri Mar

I spoke to the one called the saviour,
Challenging him to a debate,
I have to say I don’t like his behaviour,
As he’s already two hours late.

I gave a time and a destination,
Problem is he didn’t reply,
That’s a source of great frustration,
As you’re not allowed to ask why.

I did it through the power of prayer,
That’s the best way I was told,
Invisible beings cause me despair,
They must be a power to behold.

Answerable to nobody except yourself,
I’d say a bit like a politician,
He must also be like my garden elf,
No stomach for an inquisition.

I’ve now been waiting four long days,
His arrogance really astounds,
I wouldn’t say that he’s worthy of praise,
He has given me no reason or grounds.

If he’s as powerful as you make out,
He could respond to my personal request,
But of his existence I am now in doubt,
This has left me quite distressed.

He created the universe and all within,
Yet he fails to come to a meeting,
Surely that should be classed as a sin,
I at least deserve a greeting.

I’ve given him a week and he’s failed to appear,
Will he now suffer my retribution?
I can honestly say he should not feel fear,

‘’ I Have Granted Him Absolution ‘’