God

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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I think it may be rather odd that no one knows the real God. Elusive, yes, for centuries and overseeing miseries, the image is 'old man with beard', but then again, that might be weird. And does he really live on clouds from where he watches when in shrouds we rest on our final journey. I recently lay on a gurney at Good Samaritan, L.A. the doctor said I was okay and not yet subject to the flight or to the final tunnel light. I wonder, too, why God would sit when on his earth they serve up shit, why would a heavenly creator who's hovering near the equator watch children killed and mothers maimed and illness spread with cures exclaimed why could we not have peace and love if God is watching from above? I will, not now, in any case come out with theories I base on years of careful scrutiny but I will ask you, could it be that we've been duped about our God? Please do not give this thought the nod, as it is surely quite enough to act and be a little tough I have sent notice up to Heaven tonight five minutes after seven. I'm fully qualified, no doubt and know what this is all about. So, the position, it's for me and I'll be God for you and me.

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