Your God is Old

Your god is Old. He killed children
in Egypt, murdered lovers in the night,
swept sinners dead in a righteous wave.
He told Eve she would die
if she ate the apple, knowing
that he had already planted the seed
of the tree of Knowledge inside her.
He lied. He stole. He coveted.
Just because you create something,
doesn’t make it yours.

I will not be Job. If god tries
to tear down my house, I will
not weep. I will build it up again myself,
with my own hands.
That god is not my god. I am New.
I will walk with children.
I will love and learn to swim.
I will eat apples and drink coffee
and build towers.
I will wear flowers
from that old tree
in my hair.


“Hagar waiting for Abram” – an image from a series I’m currently developing.

One comment

  1. Rashid Dossett said:

    From where did you get the inspiration? What motivated you to write this poem?

    The photograph is excellent. No remarks upon that. Good shot.

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