What is god doing?

No god I know is still alive –

All five thousand and seven

Appear to have died.

The great god Huitzilopochtli

Led the Aztecs’ divine pack –

But He departed awhile back.

Zeus was fun, and had His run,

But while disguised as a swan,

They say, His neck got wrung.

Pluto – God of the Underworld,

offended the ladies of Hades,

and got buried in his own Hell.

Thor, I’m told, was big and bold,

but going out without a cloak,

they say, He died of the cold.

And ghosts of dead Indian gods

can’t even haunt a decent tepee,

and many die on late night T.V.

No prisoners tremble on the altar

when their beating hearts are torn to join Tezcatlipoca in the sky.

And no children scream

as they are loaded onto the simple machine

that feeds them to Moloch’s fire.

And for ancient Greece’s Dionysus,

no drums sound, no flute plays –

but, oh, weren’t those the days!

The goddesses, too,

we must include, for all were dear to some,

and lived in our hearts until the time had come.

There was Athena , Gaia, and Kore, Xochiquetzal,

Minerva, and Astarte, Ixtab, Kuan

Yin, and Kali of course.

Five thousand gods and goddesses –

maybe ten or a hundred fifty thousand or more,

there might have been.

But the goddesses and gods have all gone,

one by one,

until there are none but those that are still willed alive. –

Gods and goddesses kept alive by people still believing –

still trusting – in their own creations.

Pinocchio becomes god of the wood,

while Pygmalion falls on his knees before his goddess of stone,

Galatea.

We remember the Loving Mother and the Father

the All-Mighty looming large in an infant’s eyes.

For each girl-woman makes the God she craves and needs –

then kneels before Him and says,

“Oh, please!”

And each boy-man makes himself

a Goddess that he wishes,

giving a Mother’s hugs and kisses.

And older men and women tend to

make our gods with wrinkled brow and constant pout.

Still we always make our gods to look a lot like me and you – one head, one mouth, two eyes.

But the god of songbirds flies,

and the gods of all the fishes must swim through ocean skies.

The god of cattle may be a bull, or just maybe it’s a cow –

I can’t hope to settle that now.

But I am well informed by one who ought to know:

the god of dogs is a bitch!

God laughs?

Not on your life!

The joke’s on us –

but I’m told She’s heard this joke before!

My God has no form

I try not to give him a shape

Not an image from the photos

Because mine is above that

He is not hanging on tree

Neither is he still on the cross

He sits on the throne

Not watching the world rot

Wondering what he is doing …



22 thoughts on “What is god doing?” by Ogbole Samson (@ogbolesamson)

  1. Yes! he is on the throne watching the world.
    He’ll say nothing until the last day.
    Nice one.
    Well done.

    1. Thank u sir. Compliments of the season + wish you the best of the new year

  2. ‘the god of dog is a bitch
    the joke is on us’ This is a wonderful poem

    1. thank you sir

  3. WOW! You took through the chronicle of ancient gods told on the pages of fiction and myths.It built into the real realm and fantasies of many, yet to the one who trully lives and watches….He is still watching…Nice thoughts you have shared here.More grace to writing skills.

    1. amen sir. Compliments of the season and thank you sir

  4. Exactly what @sambrightomo said. Good job Samson.

    1. appreciations sir

  5. Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

    Wow!!! This is a great piece – well worded and beautifully written!!!
    Thumbs up @ogbolesamson

    1. My utmost gratitude sir

  6. Exactly my sentiments…gods come and go…depending on whoever is the world power and the gods they worship…they give it form and name…
    What the people forget or do not realize is that:

    “My God has no form
    I try not to give him a shape
    Not an image from the photos
    Because mine is above that
    He is not hanging on tree
    Neither is he still on the cross
    He sits on the throne
    Not watching the world rot
    Wondering what he is doing …”

    Nice one @ogbolesamson

    1. Thank you Sir. Just wish the world would stop painting a god that suits and meets their need

  7. Hmmm…beautiful and sophisticated poem. I like!

    1. @chemokopi. Thanks boss. I appreciate

  8. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

    @ogbolesamson, This was like a class, learnt a lot of tongue-twisting names of gods long dead and shat on. Good gist here, bro.

    P.S.: I wish your god was sexless, and for a minute there you reminded me of the Rubbiat of Omar Khayyam.

    1. Great point boss, yea…we need to get gods without sexes….mmmhhh I believe ppl see gods in sexes cos they are in sexes, a chair’s god won’t have a sex or will it cos of its ancestors (the trees)? Mmmhhhh

      Thanks boss

  9. Wow.
    Brilliant.
    A masterpiece
    Well done

    1. I feel humbled sir, thank u sir @topazo

  10. Welldone Samson, really liked towards the end “My God has no form

    I try not to give him a shape

    Not an image from the photos

    Because mine is above that

    He is not hanging on tree

    Neither is he still on the cross

    He sits on the throne

    Not watching the world rot”
    True words.

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