Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

I Speak..... God Speaks


I SPEAK:

Heard some news, don't know if it's true,
Can't believe everything you hear;
People claim God's been talking to them,
Really? I've been waiting for years!

I'm hoping for a message, maybe a sign,
I know the order is tall;
Oh, how deafening silence can be,
But the silence says it all

I do my best to keep an open mind,
I pray when there's a disaster;
Just in case someone is listening,
But so far, there's been no answer

I try to choose right over wrong,
I can't tolerate hypocrisy;
If injustice clouds the issues,
You're going to hear from me

But the journey's been a long one,
Sometimes pleasant, sometimes rough;
I wouldn't want to repeat it -
Undoubtedly, once is enough!

I sometimes wonder where I'm going,
Without a map, it's hard to know;
No signposts or landmarks to guide me,
I'm traveling like a hobo

My worthless journey's almost over,
And to tell the truth, my friend,
I really don't care if God exists,
I'm just waiting for this trip to end

GOD SPEAKS:

I like listening to Lorraine, she's a runaway train,
On a broken track, heading off a cliff;
She's a troubled soul, sometimes out of control,
On stormy seas, she's a broken little skiff

But she has a lot of spunk, doesn't buy the junk
She sees in the papers and on the screen;
She loves to philosophize, debate and scrutinize
Right and wrong, and everything in between

She's quite a character, and I'd like to talk to her,
But I have a lot of trouble getting through;
Her mind is always working, ideas always lurking,
So I usually just sit back and enjoy the view

I've listened to her thoughts, I've seen her overwrought
With ideas that she likes to turn and twist;
I recall a particular day I was caught up in the fray,
She had me wondering if I do exist!

But I still like Lorraine, though she's a runaway train,
And sometimes finds herself on the wrong track;
She carries my word, and makes sure that it's heard,
I can rely on her to complete the task

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013

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As I write this I can only hope that God has a sense of humor, and would forgive my pathetic attempt to read his mind

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  • David Lessard (12/11/2013 3:43:00 PM)

    When you speak, He speaks, when He speaks, you speak.
    We are wrapped in Him and He is wrapped in us.
    Let's hope I speak for all the poets.
    Wonderful write. Good humor.
    And know, your journey is certainly not worthless.
    God loves all poets. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Johnston (12/10/2013 3:28:00 AM)

    You guess that I have a sense of humor and intuit that I forgive, therefore I AM.... and I promise you it's true... I am worthy of being loved by you even if I don't exist. Thanks for the chuckle! LOL, GOD (as channeled by his most humble servant who hopes eventually to write a book or maybe just a poem entitled The Humor of GOD.) And a big thanks to Pradip Chattapadhyay for introducing us with a fine comment. (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (12/10/2013 12:08:00 AM)

    one of my best read poetic dialogue with the divine. superbly done. no conclusion, no side of belief taken.
    great write indeed. (Report) Reply

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