Imagine How God Feels Poem by Kurt Barekman

light bright falling thickly
smiling faces enjoying the breeze
suns rays warming the sinners face
from the cold dark place
that he calls his home
rags and riches with tattered poems
some about his love
some for his pet dove
others he writes just for fun
when he is out toasting his buns
on a warm fire
then it is off to burn the pire
of the dead whom he loves above all
from the big to the medium to the tall
he loves everyone of them
each with their eyes a tiny gem
dying everyday by the droves
bodies used to fertilize his groves
imagine how god feels