Vennila Kain

Idea of God

when will the great rains come
and wash away all this
wanting willing wishing

oh, when will the great rains come
and scorch this scorching
thirsting needing seeking

when will the great rains come
and pour and pour and pour
the idea of god into man

kind and confused
not knowing this from that
but always drawing mad lines
all over the map
forever thrusting this away
and that is mine
not you, but she
friend or foe
tell and tell
tell and
tell

i fell.
willingly
into the rabbit hole
of questing and questioning
resting and reasoning
and scratch and scratch and scratch
away the itching of conscience
flaring into spectacular acts
of spirit, no i can not ignore the bitching
the bewitching, the and the and the and the

as though the article could ever be known

when will the great rains come
and wash away words
and time and all this
unwanted debris of
life, this
idea of god.