Monday, January 19, 2015

The Voice of God

I am totally in love with this poem by Mary Karr.

The Voice of God

Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you
  could be cured with a hot bath,
says God from the bowels of the subway.
  but we want magic, to win
the lottery we never bought a ticket for.
  (Tenderly, the monks chant, embrace
the suffering.) The voice of God does not pander,
  offers no five year plan, no long-term
solution, nary an edict. It is small & fond & local.
  Don’t look for your initials in the geese
honking overhead or to see thru the glass even
  darkly. It says the most obvious crap—
put down that gun, you need a sandwich.

 From Commonweal

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for this poem - I could not agree more!