Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
Sing like no one is listening
love like you've never been hurt
dance like nobody's watching
and live like it's heaven on earth.
-- Mark Twain
They say all interesting people are in hell
so what would I do in heaven, I wonder
all those angels I don't know very well
my time's not up, still time to ponder.
And even while on earth - where to find the Dude
they say He's everywhere, so I'll stay lazy to look
and for just kneeling and praying I'm not in mood
I still can't make up my mind over right holy book.
Well, those in Catholic church won't miss me there
and for a mosque I am not nearly militant enough
while for a synagogue, I'll keep quiet to stay fair
so I'll stay at home, for the choice is too tough.
Not being an American, I don't keep faith in my purse
where expressed on money it reads "In God We Trust"
but my Canadian version may be seen as much worse
with almost empty purse -- with only my I.D. as a must.
I hope you got the metaphor that I am using here
saying that I don't trust in money and its claim
but with my only "religion" sounding sincere
consisting of my own image and my name.
I could make guesses about Intelligence Supreme
similar to all those ways that most of the world do
mine is not wrapped in imagination and dream
but a result of self-exploring providing a clue.
Someone has said how there's divinity in us all
with each earthly "god" disguised as a fool
and yet I'm listening to that inner call
attending my own spiritual school.
So that disqualifies me from that heaven's list
a religious oddball not to end up high above
and I'm most certain there I won't be missed
but with hell's interesting people I'll find love.
© 2022 Val Karas