God
She entered the big building;
A big hall,
Big shining lamps,
Big glass windows,
That revealed the green flocks of trees outside;
Walking in the hall
She knew that inside,
There stood God;
She headed towards him;
A white small table,
A white chair
Where God was sitting;
As soon as she saw him,
He was talking to her;
But it was in low voice.
So she kept asking to him
To speak louder;
Then she thought,
She understood something,
But was not sure,
What he said.
So she asked him to repeat;
He did not;
And somehow she understood,
That God was not speaking in english;
She was hearing the words,
He would say
And they sounded dry,
Without shape and form;
She thought:
«That could not be a language at all!»
She could not imagine
A language sounding like that;
It was obvious:
She could not understand God;
But what made a lasting impression to her,
Was that even god
Could not understand her!
He would not raise his voice,
She asked him to do so;
Copyright © Kamela Borri | Year Posted 2025
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