An Interview With God

POETIC SHORT STORY

An interview with god

I was at the end of my tether when I dropped to my knees in prayer
A chance meeting with my maker, a conversation regarded as rare
I knew I was taking a chance, dialogues were few and far between
This was the almighty, the cosmic creator, always the great unseen

I cowered in patience for a moment for the mighty voice from above
Hoping against hell that the gossip or scripture was all true about love
I had read in the book of the fiery furnace and brimstones from hell
I wasn't quite sure if I were ready for that religious hard line of sell

I sinned and fornicated for sure, I was no saint from the alters of old
I gave freely to the elderly and poor, I was told I had a heart of gold
But when it came down to it, I had never been on my best behaviour
I was rebellious and I challenged authority and seldom called a saviour

I waited patiently on my knees, palms held touching before my chest
The sweat was dripping down my chin, I looked worst than my best
I had almost given up when to my surprise a giant voice clearly spoke
I gagged, coughed, blushed, shook, blinked and was near to a choke

My lord, father, daddy, god, your eminence I blurted from my mouth
Thank you for descending to me, for coming this far down to the south
I know heaven and hell are not quite the same, we do the best we can
To give it a fair go here on earth and make you into the image of man

But despite all our faults and cares, we are a creative bunch alright
There's things you've missed down here, being up there out of sight
I then paused a short moment just to allow god to reflect on my case
I was giving him time to remember when he last served the human race

Just when I felt cocky and bold and I was ready to give him all that I got
There came a voice sounding like angels, my face turned bright and hot
"You're an interesting one to me, that I'll agree to tell you right now,
I have heard your words for your lifetime, each broken promised vow

So obnoxious, mouthy and blasphemous, and just a little un-revering
Of all the memories I have known about you, nothing quite endearing.
You've scorned the truth, played it hard, intoxicated with your shame
Of all that I have invested in you, you've even been given my name

I gave you riches beyond what anyone could ever have dreamt about
You squandered it on wine and feeble fantasies and been a real lout
I gave you a creative spark with a mind that could rock the universe
When you did not get your way spoilt child, you lapsed into the curse

Blessings were yours each day that you breathed the air I gave for you
If you won't take the chance, step back and go to the back of the queue
There's a myriad of others, waiting to take your place with excitement
They know there is hard work, that earth is not all about entertainment

Give up and sleep 'til the day comes where you will leave here for good
But mark my words, that you've miserably failed, will be understood
Now I resign from being your god, I have other greater things to do
Like dreaming of an eight tiered rainbow with a different shaded hue

You deserve your feeble attitude when it comes down to the nitty gritty
I may be god almighty but for you human I feel absolutely no pity
That brain you have with all it's parts, is a one off magician's device
Every intricate agenda I had, I fitted in that head of yours quite nice

Be gone and play your fripperies and dash your body against the storm
It will not last forever, it was made to carry you through dusk and dawn
While you slept I would talk and share with you the secrets of your mind
Open up new vistas and dreamlands, arrange a meeting with your kind

About thirty dreams a night I figured, to keep this new dialogue open
Never once imagined that from the beginning it wouldn't even happen
I have been waiting since you were a caveman, oh so wild and so free
To leave archaic discrepancies and stop worshipping the wrong tree

I waited all through the dark ages when your heads would swiftly roll
Thought the witch hunts and black plague would finally take their toll
And you would return to the kingdom from where you were firstly born
But alas you were ever stubborn and I was instead, decidedly torn

I could not go like this forever, or I could, but it was definitely up to me
I had to find a way to un-entangle you, I suppose gently pry you free
Your mind had caved, your spirits were dull and your reason so numb
Your emotions all twisted and encumbered, feelings way out of plumb

The clarity of your wit was dulled by monotonous endeavours each day
And you followed like sheep each politician in a territorial kind of way
You never questioned or asked the truth about the way that it all goes
You sat as church mice, shrugged shoulders and turned up your toes

So I dreamt of a little help to light the way in the darkness of your soul
A way to remind you that once you were completely naked and whole
His name is not important but his message was clear from the heart
Go back to the beginning where you came from, where did you start?

Your primordial beginnings hold the key to the harmony that you seek
I am always strong and with you, even when you feel sick and weak
In the beginning you knew forever and danced with clouds up in the sky
Watched rainbows after sunset and saw the stars wink as they went by

Nothing matched the beauty of your first breath from where I solidly sat
In the throne room of your theatre, on a specially crafted flying mat
I was watching at the beginning whilst you formed colours all around
You laughed and chased the bubbles as you tumbled to the ground

Your first steps were perfect as you explored your way through life
Learning to receive love and guidance, deal with every kind of strife
But somewhere in the chaos, you shied away from the throne room
Giving up on your imagination and faded into the deafening gloom

We lost contact from the moment, when your shame came slyly forward
The judgement and betrayal, slicing deftly through your umbilical cord
From time to time you knelt to seek my hand and face when doubting
But never to give back, only humbled by sin and followed by pouting

Each moment did I hold my breath 'cause I knew the day would come
When your reasons would be different, not mediocre and kind of dumb
You were the best in the universe and you were pleading like a cow
No make that like a baboon, or horse or even worse a squealing sow

Your dignity was shot and tainted, lying like a whore in a ditch of dirt
Your ego ruling you like a dictator, lying to you and making you hurt
Your honour was all in rags and I shuddered to call you simply my child
But I never forgot your beginnings, different to all those that were wild

I cleaved you from my bosom with a dewdrop extracted from heaven
Fashioned a mind that listened to the sweetest notes way past seven
So, I have miraculously appeared each time a human has called me
Listened to wailing, sombre and wistful and each dastardly kind of plea

And will probably continue forever because I never break my contracts
My own magnetic signature is sealing it, eternally held under red wax
And so I leave you once again until the next time you call out my name
Or fall into feverish fantasies about money and finding the hall of fame"

A silence ensued and I was witless with grief, I had forgotten my tongue
I had been cast down the ladder of life, I hung on the very bottom rung
Had I sounded like that each time I had moaned and wept with tears?
I could not remember a thank you, not a single one through the years

'Wait just a moment god, here's the place where we come straight out
Where we make visible the indifference and scrub through all the doubt
If its a good attitude you want and you're willing to be as patient as ever
I'll scrub up my thoughts and whining and enter this mindful endeavour

I have never forgotten how good it was to be a child so wild and carefree
I did lose myself to life, the looks and image but now I simply want me
I choose to enter the throne room where from my beginning I began
And walk steadily towards the truth, all my life from it terrified I ran'

A hush in the room, when the moonlight glanced to see what was up
My shivering hands had folded inwards and I held them like a cup
I was now ready to receive and to claim my inheritance from above
To exchange my vices, sins, and mediocrity for a handful of his love

"You think you're ready?" God asked in my ear hole with a quiet sigh
You are prone to manipulation and the regular desperate kind of lie."
I nodded and stared at the ceiling hoping he wasn't still out in space
A tickle touched my cheek and two hands gently cupped my face

"Alright, make this a new beginning and from right here we shall start
I'll scrape out the grief and doubt from behind your weakened heart
Then I'll drain your mind of mediocre thoughts, to be honed and deadly
And balance your emotions with your will being disciplined and steady

I'll tune your precious DNA and clear it of the years of programmed junk
You'll make a worthy offspring with new verve, intelligence and spunk
I'll scrape your lower legs of the rage and chauvinism you've gathered
Your thighs will be cleansed of the anger and guilt that you've all fostered

I'll clear your hips of shame and betrayal, abandonment and rejection
All the self image and self worth issues that just add to the collection
Your chest will I wash out to clear the joy and the love you have denied
I have filled your hands with longing and acceptance when you've cried

Now your throat is a task because you have not spoken your truth
You've been your own undoing and wrapped your neck with a noose
Your face and the mask that you've worn to hide your magnificence
Stripped away, showing nakedness and revealing your true essence

Your brain, now that's tough, I will have to see what needs to be done
It's corrupted and dirty, certainly not the grey matter I stuffed with fun
Now that you're sorted and your body is once more a possible temple
I'll use your new image as a worthwhile human success story example

From here on in, it's hard work and true passion with a dab of play
You'll remain here on earth, for evolutions sake you'll have to stay
Each day when you waken, you'll tune into my wireless broadband
By surrendering your body and your mind and entering into the grand

Arena and theatre where we will meet in the silence of joyful prayers
Before you can go to the hall of masters and climb the cascading stairs
You'll need to dig deeper than ever before cause no work on your part
Will get you before me, no ideals or beliefs, just your wide open heart

Once the silence is experienced and in your being you are changed
Perhaps my entourage of saints will come, well that can be arranged
The universe is open to you now that you have returned back home
You get to re-write that book of life and make it an awesome tome

But one thing to remember before you begin the first day of your life
Walking in this world and mine is like balancing on the edge of a knife
You must be faithful to the hall within and see in others what you are
Their reflection is simply you, shown in their eyes your journey thus far

See in others what you want to grow in your mind to become your own
And know that your body, although robust is still given by me on loan
So a secret I must tell you, its been hidden from all through the ages
The book you write and the god you hear are from your own pages

God is not outside you nor hiding somewhere in the dark night stars
In remedies, potions and satchels, neither in black witchery herbal jars
I remain in the kingdom of heaven which is only accessible if you look
If you go deep within your extraordinary heart to a special kind of nook

There I wait patiently in a garden of magic, a wilderness of pure joy
I have been there from the beginning, since you touched your first toy
Thank you for trusting, for it has changed your destiny so completely
And ushered grace into your life, to hasten you forward now serenely

I must now end this interview as I am god after all and life does beckon
But you're well on your way to being my child and on this I will reckon"
I slumped to my bottom, my head hung, too tired to think of this hour
Of one thing I was assured this night, I had been baptised into power.

- Jaylee Balch -