Get Over Yourselves
GET OVER YOURSELVES
In the beginning, the biblical poets had
the creator declare “I am that I am!”
Later in the text, the biblical poets had the
creator command with authority and grace
“Be still and know that I am God!”
In a subsequent testament, the biblical poets
had a nervous population once loudly acclaim
“hosanna”, “hallelujah” in a moment that
promised liberation, salvation, an eternity
of peace
Millennia later, after a violent evolution of the
human condition, the biblical poets and their
clerical descendants gave voice
to the people demanding of the creator:
“What about us and where have you been?”
Eventually fed up with the wailing and whining,
with humanity’s longing for preferential
treatment and its perpetual obsession with the
impossible concept of life after death, the creator
responded, its profound ambivalence about the
cosmic anomaly that had somehow become an
ambiguous miracle, evident in the tone of its voice:
“What I am about is not about you! You and your
kind are a passing predicament, a micro-discussion,
an unfortunately sentient bio-geo-chemical
accidental aberration in the eternal and infinite realm
of my laws! Your sense of well-being is regrettably
guided by supplications and prayers to gods and to
ghosts, to apparitions and shadows with the powers
and prerogatives of mean desert kings from a time
long ago! All you’ve ever needed is a reverence for
life as the embodiment of soul and the spiritual
animation of ecology and community, of essence
and place, on earth and beyond, and a
common-sense love born of mutual respect and
cautious gratitude for an undeserved gift so eminently
bounteous, beautiful and beneficent that ‘shepherds’
and ‘stewards’, ‘guardians’ and ‘healers’, and
‘grateful caretakers’ are words that should define
the principal activities of clamorous humankind!
But everlasting life in the self-aware format that
your species enjoys? I just don’t see how!
Be assured of this fact: You are recently arrived
and soon to be gone when your small solar
source implodes on itself leaving earth and
its siblings simply empty and dark.
Please understand that I AM what I AM!
I AM ALL THAT THERE IS AND EVER
WILL BE! And I may call on you, but I am not about
you as a specific creation to be guided and protected
and eternally mine!
Get over yourselves and find a good way in the time
that you have! And get over me! Tell those biblical poets
to do everyone a favor and just leave me alone!”
Copyright © Emanuel Carter | Year Posted 2021
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