January

The Final  Nail in your Coffin After 35 years of intense searching I asked God what all the Banging was about "Lie still" said God "And peace beyond understanding will be yours - I'm putting the final nail in your coffin" Immediately I began Bashing on the lid from inside "Like hell!" I yelled "Like hell you are!" And I was right As usual Unfortunately

Hunting Alone Those with common interests I could never find Every path became silly And eventually There was nothing to join Nothing to follow Hunting alone Is the closest I have come

In  a Nutshell What's the truth in a nutshell? I asked God in a lucky moment He told me to bring to mind The most horrible and cruel event I ever saw or heard of Then to imagine It didn't matter At all

The Case for Truth When the case for truth drags on The jury gets confused With too much info Causing endless retrials And paperwork The true verdict is reached With a slam of the hammer And the first thing that Comes into your head

Miracles are Everywhere Miracles are everywhere But we think them into thoughts Taming the shock of freedom You can try setting up the Same circumstances again To get a second chance But it doesn't work I've tried it

Everyone's a Dickhead On the subject of inequality Through genetic inheritance Country of birth Parental upbringing And social status God simply told me "Everyone's a dickhead"

Quiet for a While I brought up this use Of bad language by God With himself Explaining that I felt he Should be setting the example And my wanting to keep These poems of a high standard I think he got the message Because he hasn't said boo For some time Next opportunity I'll mention The business of Not saying outrageous things That people can't handle That should keep him Quiet for a while

What did you Think ? "Well what did you think Of the show?" Said God Subtitles would have helped I replied Most of it I didn't understand And the worst bit was Not knowing What happened to everyone In the end My favourite was tea and toast and marmalade And the songs of birds And a few people But then the loneliness was Often very beautiful Too

On the Cards What I dread most Is now on the cards And though my mind desperately Weaves its reinterpretations My stomach keeps sinking Into the truth

Divine Communication God told me that although He speaks eight hundred And fifty languages He prefers to communicate with me Using pain and pleasure

All is Well Compassion for the seeker Arises from nowhere And does nothing But to allow the seeker to seek And let the one heal itself In this instant And see that all is well And see that all is always well In this eternal instant