A Probably Blasphemous but Well-Intended Persona Poem for Open Link Night

Rest

I am a park ranger for the Lord;
I arrange His trees in concentric circles
so His children can wind embroidery floss
around, under, and through, sing a song

that is just enough about Him
that He’ll know it’s about Him; He
likes to hear His own name as much
as any of the rest of us do, I guess

(maybe more). He likes puns,
as long as they’re good ones;

lambs and trees go over well,
but He’s kind of tired of loaves
and fishes. No one knows how
exhausting that miracle was,

how few people thanked Him,
and He had to rest afterwards
and wondered why it is He
even bothers sometimes.

By His hand, we are fed, so
it seems like the least I can do,

to set up His crafts, and to pour
tiny cups of juice (apple—
goes with the week’s theme:
Gifts from His Trees) so He can
rest a while longer, and wonder.

 

 

 

I wrote this because it’s Tuesday, which means it’s time for another Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The first line came to me out of nowhere, and then a persona and scenario built themselves around it. Oh, Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood …

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13 thoughts on “A Probably Blasphemous but Well-Intended Persona Poem for Open Link Night

  1. haha tired of the loaves and fishes…smiles…i am glad you set up the crafts and poured juice and all…in that you touched lives…i thought this a rather enjoyable write…smiles.

  2. “No one knows how / exhausting that miracle was, / how few people thanked Him,”

    Very nice! A bit of humanizing, but no blasphemy here. I like the idea of God needing rest.

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