How Much God-Complaining Is Allowed

And how does God love us
Well
Perfectly
To start

But it’s so frustrating
Where is the fruit
That rightly comes
Each year

We have waited
Through the brown
And white
And green seasons
Now it’s gold
But you don’t offer
Anything like guarantees
Of harvesting
For faith

You even excoriate
The wealthy
And leaders
Over living well
And
Yes
On taking
Keeping
Hoarding
From the rest
Tossing the peeling
While
Chewing through the fruit

Okay
Maybe you don’t do that
But what do you do
What is promise
And the bounty
From believing

We can’t even see you
Hear you
Touch you
Taste you
And what is left
Smell you
Like incense
That we use divine
In churches
Rising up
As if you were there
To take the tendrils
As requests
While we hope
And choke
(sometimes)
For needful
Responses

Well and good
And not so good
We have to wait
We cannot see
Or hear
And all the rest

And yet you are perfect
Perfect love
Where is that
Please
We need it
(sorry)
Obviously

We’re hungry
We’re thirsty
We’re too much on our own
And where are you
But here somehow and
Please
Show up with parcels
Please
Of all we need
All we need assuage
All we need consume
For life
Even if
We have poor understanding
What that means

Which
Of course
Is why we ask for you
Please show up

I need you
God
Please show

C L Couch


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