Spring (a poem)

SPRING

 

God gave me a rose.

And God is love.

The rose made me.

 

Sneeze. I have

Asthma. The rose

Landed.

 

Me in hospital.

That can’t be right.

If God is love

 

And gave me a rose.

And anticipates all.

So God wanted me.

 

In hospital.

To show me love.

I would have

 

Done it differently.

God hates me.

Clearly.

 

Or does not exist.

I chanced upon a rose

And it meant nothing.

 

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About Santi Tafarella

I teach writing and literature at Antelope Valley College in California.
This entry was posted in aesthetics, atheism, beauty, edward feser, God, Lucretius, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

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