Seeker Magazine
God, Mother Mary, and Cappuccinos
by ShaunDarius Gottlieb
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I wonder if the planet
Is merely a volleyball
In a game by God
At some Universal beach
The ocean is golden, dappled with planets
The sky is luminous cobalt blue, studded with galaxies
God is at the net, single-handedly playing
Shiva on the other side
The Host of Hosts sits at the sidelines
The score is God leads by one game to finish
The umpire is the Blessed Mother
Wearing a tank top and a cap embroidered with the Saints
Shiva spikes
The ball, our spinning Globe
Bounces off God's wrist, careens to the Ocean
Where the planet Neptune, rising from the waves,
Lobs the ball back to God
Out of bounds! sings the Blessed Mother
The Host of Hosts cheers
Neptune submerges back to the depths
Covered in purple flotsam and emerald mind stuff
God serves, and for a moment,
Our planet spins wildly in the rarefied air,
The sun glistening 'gainst its continents
mossy brown and green
Sky blue, we're held aloft, no gravity here
...Sky blue our backdrop against infinite space...
Where's the ball? asks Shiva, as it hits him on the crown,
Knocks him out and takes him out of the game
Accelerating, we're accelerating
Towards the millennium
Hurtling through the galaxies
(Hurtling through inner space)
God and Shiva are at the net
One game left in this round
Spectators are cheering wildly
The Holy Ghost serves iced cappuccinos in the stands
Where will you be
as your life crosses the net?
What will you serve
as your game plan draws nigh?
Who will you become
as you cross to the other side?
Blessed Mother hands you an embroidered hat.
You'll need it now, says She.
The light is unusually bright
And all the shadows are called out from hiding
Shiva awakens, stunned.
The Blessed Mother reconvenes the game
"I've spoken to a million souls
while you were out," says She
"Don't you dare let me down"
Then winks at you in the grandstands
You thought you were invisible
*Her* eyes burn through your heart melted
In praise in glory and in love
Watch out! She shouts
The globe planet hurtles your way
You're the only one who can make this point
You're the only one who can return this serve
On your way to the other side
Copyright 1999 by ShaunDarius Gottlieb
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