Couch Potato
Just a small piece of time
For a little peace of mind.
I’m piecing it all together
While I sit comatose
Viewing the News in disbelief.
Disgusted, I divert my attention
To the puzzle of Leonardo de Vinci’s Last Supper.
And I mumble to myself,
“Jesus, what in the world is going on?"
I reach for a piece with a couple of eyes.
Hoping they are Yours.
But they’re not . . .
They’re Judas's.
Figures.
Apparently, You’re not returning
When things get bad.
With two World Wars in our past,
I suppose, things have to get really bad
To rapture Your attention.
Or perhaps,
We could surprise You.
I’d be willing to bet
You’d be rather pleasantly surprised
With Peace on Earth,
With no one starving,
With no one needing to beg,
With no one gasping for air due to smog,
With no one swimming in trash,
With no one stepping in a bag of poo,
With no one hesitating to howl at the moon,
With no one hiding the last piece
Of the puzzle under the couch,
With no one being that guy.
So, maybe You’d rather return
When things are good.
All lessons learned.
When life is wonderful.
Everyone being at peace with each other.
Everyone taking the time
To be a piece of the solution.
And not lost in the crotch of the couch.
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