If God Had A Name, I Will Call Him My Love Poem by Lovita Morang

If god had a name, I will call him my love
In these thousand and one names
We would seek wellness in
tearful symmetry of timeless oracle
We etch out a future, hale in scale
We know of hereditary hibiliments
Deoxy ribonucleic acid in
Seeds of growing simple things
Then a hiatus after injuries in ligaments
When summer sales are on
Unbelievable price drop is like
priceless moments a thousand times
We adopt good faith, adjustments
Wait for next one special needs
In a world of challenges, do we heed
We talk of fake trivia about debt free life
We read about the war against Woodstock
Then Robert frost in Woods, stalk
His two minds inbetween finds
Lovely scene and lady love, all inviting
Warmth in that snowy evening.
Acts of kindness we seek in headlines
About first generations and time sensitive
About gap that generates confrontations
intolerance, as suspicious surrender
to miscible objects,
When two things move together,
We patronise our planet as outstanding
Where do rivers meet, we forget to lift,
Shift people that stay homeless on streets
Opportunity zones are like ozone, depleting layers
upcoming authors showreel,
real-world test the healers and soothsayers
Wheeling under spotlight palette of poetry
Hired time threaten to throw
Like sipping tea from plastic straw
We count the falling stars
Creative cloud is the term for the shop
Photos censor the luftmensch
like a Hollywood hero
put optimistic hostile planet to stay sane
Yet, like a revenge seeking deadline day spurs
Sometimes words are so hard to swallow
Like an awful bad performance of riding safe,
creates a last call,
to husk the well deserved detour to a global look
Kaliyug is yet another time,
As if tales from invisible people
Celebrates the sales end
In dangers of despair
We could end slavery, genetic redundancy
Racial wealth gaps and seek fine lines on maps
Man in machines, moving forward fast
Facial recognition techniques to forecast
Dangers of hail and structure of storms
Changing pattern of cities and towns,
creeping earthworms
Children may be still craving to listen,
to the ghost of grandpa and speaking of science
Of new era and new laws, sign language
amidst cries and crisis of conscience
New news, new events and accidental innovation
Man donating kidneys and organs to man,
Gulp the curry of motivation
Zoos to phase out,
animals running out to their own kingdom
codfather as seafood kingpin
Godfather as to court card to win
Laureates and legends and of all ages
Working labouring perks and wages
It's just about this time of hopeless
I seek the truth about
why Thomas Jefferson rewrote holy book
Hand bound in red leather,
Letters without miracles and resurrection
Such work of man, a thing about something,
to never doubt the truth,
about able to hold water and brutes
History had lines on its head
Oh! The July plot to kill dictators
I see unicorns, gleaming corns
In common dreams a single image of
In farmer 's golden harvest
Yell! Wow there is magic inside us
And finally the most important thing
Sensitizing the brain
roll off the learned tongue
And a man finding the connection,
as empty nester,
in an incredible year of
global climate action
An act of kindness that made room for
a true once in a lifetime moment
of oneness as identity and love of history
Loving the scent of flowers and
the songbirds courting in the yard
Of undying love and commitment,
In all things that are real, halberd
yet words we swallow are hard
Lost and found, ground fine, find ground
we would never need nameplates
In search of earth, once they came, to be free
To heaven shall return every living ame damnee,
In these thousand names of hope,
If god had a name,
I will call him my love.

-Poem by Lovita J R Morang