God’s Lazy As
Thanks for nudging me
From oblivion
In too existence
A billion years
Of Sundays
Ought too due
Accept fore sustaining me
Every nanosecond
What have you
Done form me
Lately
I find a deep source of gratitude in that I won the existence lottery. Whatever complaints I may have about the nature of reality and my life seem petty when compared to the exquisite privilege of simply being alive. When I experience this perspective, I can tap into an unfathomably huge realm that I often take for granted — or, if you think that life is just complicated dirt: taken for granite. When I add to this perspective the notion that my sustained existence is also inexplicably miraculous, I can update my gratitude to the current moment, any given moment, any moment taken.
The title of this poem, God’s Lazy As, is a tip of the hat to the low-key role that God plays in awe of this. If this mystery of God seeming to hide out appears too baffling, or even insolvable, I find it helpful to consider the Victor Hugo quote from Les Miserables, “To love another person is to see the face of God.” This is the kind of in-your-face God that I love.
