Haunting God

With purpose he marched through the gate
God did not enter with a thief’s creeping gait
When he scattered our masters with the sword
When we slaves blissfully slept scattered abroad

He mercilessly spilled their blood
God came on them like a flood
He got himself cut somehow
He won and left anyhow

We stretched and yawned
As a bloody morning dawned
Like expected God’s blood spooked
Like a pheromone it got us hooked

We ran around incoherently
Searching for God fervently
God that caught our attention
God that left our habitation

We left our place unguarded
We leapt into the forest unguided
We were brash and savage
We were passionate beyond gauge

Why did God kill our old masters
When will we have answers
Why is God deliberately taunting
Why are we homelessly haunting

God paid us a bloody visit
God left us with a deficit
He then got us stuck on him
He then had us seeking him

Scouring river after rock
Whilst wild animals did gawk
We were hounds of blood
We were madly trailing God’s blood

We have no past now
We have forgotten home now
We don’t remember how it ensued
We don’t know why we continued

We don’t know how it ends
As we negotiate the bends
Haunting God
Hunting God

Then came the night
God was not yet in sight
As we howled like cannibals
As we dined on some animals

The day came again
God we were yet to gain
As we got guns cocked and gears locked
As those same stupid animals still gawked

We are no more mere flesh and blood
In this trail of God’s blood
Our perspectives have changed
Our old selves deranged

God invaded our living situation
Causing shift and annihilation
Now we are fixated on him
Now we are hounding him

What will happen if we don’t find him
What will happen if we find him
We mindlessly haunt God on
We tirelessly hunt God on

Haa!!! See there a fresh drop of blood…

6 responses to “Haunting God

  1. Shards Of DuBois

    I’ve always been a bit of a preditor! Like this one A LOT! 🙂

  2. I like this fresh take on an old desire of seeking out god, blaming god for not answering when people don’t bother to listen. Really great insightful poem about greedy spirituality. It’s best we left god out of it and take responsibility for ourselves. What’s your opinion Doc?

    • Maddy, that’s quite a perspective. Hehehe. Nice.
      Yeah!!! We just always want someone to hang for it. Unfortunately, we are not always in the mood to wanna do right and see things from the real perspective.
      Nice having you around again, Maddy.

  3. Hmm!!!!!! Oh dear! I am gonna need so many more Gigabytes of space to accommodate the “about Shards” info.
    Funny I tend to be more predative and aggressive myself. I think. Maybe. Maybe not.

  4. Shards Of DuBois

    I will hunt Him down til’ the cows come home,
    no matter how far I will continue to roam,
    I am the preditor He is the prey,
    I can’t hardly wait for the day,
    when I catch Him unawares,
    after I climb a billion stairs,
    I will corner Him like a bear,
    kiss His feet and say a prayer,
    Thank You God for forgiving my sin,
    Thank You God for allowing me in!
    hehehe that sounded kind of like Dr. Sues… 😉

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