A Cohen Questions God Poem by Catman Cohen
A Cohen Questions God
Oh, God, tell me why
You made my bones
From dust
My soul
From
Hebrew
Clay
Tell me why
You made my mind
From storms
Dark remnants
Of the day
Reveal all your secrets
Why you placed me
In this
Pain
Show me a
Hidden
Higher
Path
The one
From which
I strayed
Refill the pool of
Laughter
Whose waters
Have been
Drained
God
You
Made
Me
So
Sad
And...
Naked I kneel
Before you
Sing your
Yahweh
Name
Naked in your
Temple
Bathed in
Holy
Shade
Tell me why
I was born
A priest
Fallen
And
Betrayed
Fallen
From your
Garden
Lost
In every
Way.
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4/24/2024 10:10:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not bad. Once I wanted to be a priest for month, but was talked round. A problem was theologic: A priest said: ''Jesus was Christ'', And I said: ''Why do we say ''Mozart is composer'' and never say ''Mozart was composer'', but only about Jesus we say always ''Jesus was Christ'' and never say ''Jesus is Christ''. Did Jesus loose his license?