Consider the Dew

BY H. HARVEY MARTIN

(An irreverent, anti-humanist, and ecumenical/interfaith observation)

He must be Patience


He keeps ending us emissaries.


He sends us gurus, ascetics, prophets, saviors, mystics, and ambassadors of peace, love, and wisdom.


He sends us Buddha, and we complain that he is not a good son, husband, or father -too mystical
we say- and note that he really let himself go


He sends us Jesus, and we complain that he is a minor prophet of questionable birth


He sends us Mohammed, and we reject his warrior-like qualities


He sends us Abraham, who we rend into three parts -and squabble over the pieces


He sends us astrological emissaries to witness new birth, and we reduce them to nomad Kings of
no account, superstitious coincidences of no great significance.


He sends us prophets great, small, and notable, and we conspire to discredit them all, one by one.


He invites us to feast at the banquet of a planet, and we decide to stay –until,


          All the appetizers are consumed,
          All the wine is swilled or spilled,
          And -until we can relieve ourselves in the fountains, cisterns and aquifers.


He gave us the knowledge to split atoms, and we promptly proceeded to split each other to bits.

Some claim that He is Love ...that too, but I think more than Love


He must be Patience.


How else can you explain that we are still here?


After all our assaults on Him


He must be Patience.