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Behind the Curtain

Behind the Curtain

Scruffy old dude
with long hair
and flowing white beard
sits alone
on a heavenly gold throne

His name is God

as depicted 
in all the popular art pictures

I often ponder
how it feels
carrying the burdens
of the whole Universe
on his omnipotent shoulders 

Did he comprehend
when he signed up
for this high profile gig
that it was for eternity
without end?

Probably so

cause you know
he is
Mr Smarty Pants
after all 

G is one Hell of a guy

and you know why?

cause while he may be
the holiest of holies

worshiped under multiple names

but in the end all the same

in his lonely heavenly existence

under the great weight of responsibility  

it comes with the territory

being the warden prisoner

inside a stained glass prison

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Tony Taylor

I do not agree with much of this!!........but.........I do admire the deference (small though it may be).........it's every man's plight to define God for himself..........this is quite admirable friend...........well done (as usual)...........love and rockets brother!!...........T  xx

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Steve Green

Thanks T... This poem really sort of went off on it's own tangent direction and I just sort of went along for the ride.. Divine intervention???  Doubtful..... I'm sure God is a much better writer than I ;) 

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Phillip Arthur ...

Enjoyable. Makes you wonder though, there is God and his son, why is he alone? Surely he would have a wife? Or is he sitting on his throne in the den, so he is out from under wifey's feet? (I think I will stay inside for awhile, I do not like getting hit by lightning.)

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Steve Green

lol....I have faith that God has a great sense of humor ;)

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