Someone Hand God A Bar Of Soap To Wash Out My Filthy Mouth Poem by Ted Sheridan

Speaking as one megalomaniac to another
You don't believe God hears our prayers?
God has not forsaken us....quite the contrary
It is we who have forsaken him
It is the shallow indecisive prayers which we offer
as if somehow our pride is at stake if we don't get answers
It is our own multitude of inadequacies which shut off communication
Leaving us egregiously benign to his many blessings
For although we profess not believe God exist
We still listen for the peace that is his voice
In the deep dark burial hole of our mortality
So it is and so it shall be
God's voice is a cataract of blessings
Which flow freely from the heavens above
And yet we as the all knowing
Remain unwashed....


(2007)