Tag: God

I imagine God has one Hell of a sense of humor,
For which I am eternally grateful!
How else to explain why we are still here,
Despite the efforts of some to blow up our world?
Humans have a real gift
For making good things ungood.
Soap Opera/comedy/ drama:
A cast of billions upon billions of folks,
Production costs continually escalating,
Too many directors, Not enough cast and crew.
It’s a bad sign when the agents leave town!
Word is that God, the Devil and the lost souls
From Purgatory walked out together and
The eventual happened…
Earth lost its celestial/interplanetary appeal.
See what happens when goodwill is not equally distributed?

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.

Wonder how many people
open their conversations with God
using a line like
“Its me again” or “Guess what?”
which are followed by updates/modifications
to a previous prayer.

Can we say anything to God?
Do we censor?
I mean we are talking to God about God!
Do we say “thank you” enough?
Do we edit/rewrite our requests to God
the day after?

Do we prepay or pay upon delivery?
And what about those unexpected shipping costs?
Are we trying to apply an outdated credit
to yesterday’s prayer because it was unanswered?

Do we renegotiate based upon some absurd
quality control issues?
And who has the authority
to move the issue/request
from God’s ears to customer service?

Now imagine or not, God’s possible replies:
“Sure tell me anything.”
“Who do think you are talking to?”
“Say what?!?

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.

No longer content sitting across the aisle
She finally walked over and asked me
“What are you doing?”
“Everyday I see ) you sit with that book and, what is that stuff?”
I opened my book and showed her my sketches.
She yelled, “You draw pictures, no future in that…”
Content with her answers, she returned to her seat.
and I thought, Yeah, just not half as practical as investing
in a hundred scratch tickets.

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers… a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.