Oh, God Knows, So Go Slow, Show No Woe, Doh

An existential waiting for Godot, when aggravated, drinking much Bordeaux, could even bring Thoreau dismay and woe, to mutilate one’s ear like poor van Gogh. When we despair, impatience flaring, though, in spite of claims of piety, we show our unbelief about the debt we owe, a faith that’s shallow, feeble, even faux. Oh Lord, come to me now and do not go! ————— for the Monomixorhyme Poetry Contest 63 words, 90 syllables, checked by HowManySyllables.com sponsored by Hilo Poet written on 11/4/22 Waiting for Godot, (pronounced “Guh-DOH”, although some prefer “GOD-oh”) a play written by Samuel Beckett in 1948, is often view through a Christian existential lens. Henry David Thoreau, author of Walden was a transcendentalist, philosopher, and naturalist. Vincent van Gogh was a post-impressionist artist who suffered from mental illness and heavy drinking, famously severing his own ear with a razor during an argument with his friend, Paul Gauguin.