god,
god-
your name's, so much said,
out loud and in vain-
and in songs, and prayers
for 'lil children,
just before bed!
"CHILDREN,oh hell,
"Oh my god,
what do I tell my lil Isabel?"
One would have me
read her stories
of a big daddy in heaven
where angels sit by
his side forever signing
praises and glory!
And, for chidren who
act bad,
there's the devil to fear
should they make god mad!
Others would have me tell her
it's incense and devotion
and swirling and dancing
in circles of motion!
Another would have me say,
when she asks about you-
GOD, I do so dread the day-
that,
"Isabel, why,
you are god,
and we are all one!"
but, that would be as much a lie
and not nearly as much fun -
as the stories of a man in the clouds
and a devil somewhere below
and all stories that make
your stupid followers so proud!
I think I shall say
(god I dread the day)
when she asks -
who and where you are -
I'll have no choice
than to tell her only
what I know thus far-
"My Isabel -
I just dunno!
All I can say is what
I believe -
and that's-
THAT very moment
you let go of
YOUR NEED TO KNOW
It is only then
will god be able to show!"
