God Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I think it may be rather odd
that no one knows the real God.
Elusive, yes, for centuries
and overseeing miseries,
the image is 'old man with beard',
but then again, that might be weird.
And does he really live on clouds
from where he watches when in shrouds
we rest on our final journey.
I recently lay on a gurney
at Good Samaritan, L.A.
the doctor said I was okay
and not yet subject to the flight
or to the final tunnel light.
I wonder, too, why God would sit
when on his earth they serve up shit,
why would a heavenly creator
who's hovering near the equator
watch children killed and mothers maimed
and illness spread with cures exclaimed
why could we not have peace and love
if God is watching from above?
I will, not now, in any case
come out with theories I base
on years of careful scrutiny
but I will ask you, could it be
that we've been duped about our God?
Please do not give this thought the nod,
as it is surely quite enough
to act and be a little tough
I have sent notice up to Heaven
tonight five minutes after seven.
I'm fully qualified, no doubt
and know what this is all about.
So, the position, it's for me
and I'll be God for you and me.