A Tired God

A Tired God

There are days when I think

God must be tired

They’re days when I’m tired,

Naturally enough

But I get to wonder

If a God is allowed exhaustion, too

I guess not

God must be always ready

Always perfectly to take

Though we act as if we’re bored

Though we want God out of the picture

Or the action for a while

When we decide

There isn’t anything

We thought so, must have been

Peripheral shadow

When we’d rather curse

Then speak in love

Cheat our neighbor

Rather than uphold

Destroy parts of the planet

Because we’re not certain yet

How to destroy another

Though we’re practicing

And launching

I think with all this going on

God may be tired,

If she wants to be

Surely, he’s ready to give up

It might be time for another conversation

With a mortal

About how many might be righteous

C L Couch

Photo by Antônia Felipe on Unsplash

Borghese, Roma, Italia

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I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that. I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.) I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher

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