So You Tell Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

so you will tell me
God so loved us but he is no longer in speaking terms with us
for we have offended him since the time of Moses.
so you will tell me that all i have to see is the grass,
the beautiful flowers along my way, the blue clouds,
the sun that rises without failing, the moon that comes out without trying,
the rivers flowing, the sea constantly giving us the waves,
the fish and fruits and animals and
money and things and work and house
all these through these and by all these
God is speaking.

must i disagree, i know, you will not hesitate to crucify me,
and put me into damnation, as this heretic to be burned in electrical stakes.

i don't know. who ever killed God? can man kill God? I don't know.
into softer things, into higher things, into the cool shades of heaven.
into the comforts of belief, into the fold of faith.

where do i leap from here? Speak to me my God, i have big ears.