son of god

Instead of killing myself today, I went to see God.
He laughed his friendly laugh, in that German accent he likes to affect,
and kissed my cheek.
I sang to stained glass windows while you all worshipped flowers,
and beans,
and exorcisms.
My lips were freshly scrubbed clean,
(stained Shiraz)
and they beckoned God until He came and sat upon them with delight.
He told me that you were Jesus,
and
I stared and stared at Him
until it was true.
“Remember me!” Jesus said, wine on his lips,
to his gathered prostitutes and homeless crackheads,
“eat my body and drink my blood with every meal,
make me immortal,
I am resurrection!”
And we do, because his disciples, or his Lost Boys, or his fanatics
wrote it down.
You really should read
the New Testament,
mi amor,
you were there,
after all.

20 Comments

  1. Fabulous again, wonderful angst – delightful nuance, and yet, I’m pretty sure your Belief is damn strong.

  2. I love the way you have written this!

    Although part of me feels that I should apologize because, despite having picked up on some more serious tones (from some of the other comments and your responses) I couldn’t help but find this piece willfully playful. As if ‘the son of God’ has forgotten who he is/was and you are reminding him and calling him back to his duty.

    Who knows? Perhaps he could have forgotten, in our modern world which I/We assume to be so much more full of sin than the World of old – maybe simply because there are more of us in it?! Then you come along and speak with his father, then almost dare him to read ‘his book’ and remember who he was. To ‘wake up’ from whatever dreamy haze or nightmare he has been living in and to (hopefully) start to do his good work again (if he ever stopped).

    Thank you shrinkydinks
    – and please take that as ‘cute’ rather than purile 😉

    I hope that God (if this is the case) continues to talk to you and vice versa, and that this serves to reinforce and reinvigorate you in positive ways. 🙂

    Peace always ❤

  3. Yes, and I popped Mary’s cherry on the way out. They didn’t even write about me until two hundred years after I “died”! Some disciples! At least Judas followed through with my request.

      1. I was far from a pacifist! I said turn the other cheek an let your enemy see you laugh in your own pain, It was masochistic in nature. Pain in pleasure and vice versa.

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