Dear… should I call you

God?

You go by so many names,

it’s hard to say

which is right.

Might I call you God?

Good. 

Dear God,

I hope you don’t mind me

getting in touch

after so many years.

I’m aware my prayers are

in arrears,

and my sins, well,

there have been one

or two.

Okay, yes, more than that.

Many, in fact.

But enough about me,

let’s talk about you,

let’s be honest God,

you have sinned too.

You’ve made so many

claims and

promises,

offering glimpses of hope

to the hopeless,

yet things remain in

a terrible mess so 

it’s time you confessed.

Did you plan to address

Earth’s plight

any time soon? Or

were you simply to send

another monsoon,

cleanse the planet of men and

start again?

That would seem

a little unfair.

We’ve been waiting so long for

a sign that you

care,

through an unbearably

turbulent history,

the mystery is how

you’ve kept your title

so long?

Is it wrong to suggest

you’re a bit

out of touch?

With such ornate

houses and robes

to your name, 

perhaps the fame has

gone to your head?

Whatever the reason,

we’re rightfully

fed up.

It’s time you came down

from your ivory tower

to see how most cower

beneath a few

who claim

power.

You take credit for creating

us

and make quite a fuss 

about how we must be

good and

must love our neighbours.

So do me a favour

– if you won’t come yourself –

then send us a saviour.

It’s time you rewarded

the kind and

deserving,

it’s unnerving how often

the bad get ahead,

while others wake

cold, without

daily bread.

Hence this letter asking you,

frankly, to do a bit better or

we’ll be forced

to demand your

resignation.

I’m sorry God but

we’re running out of

patience.

So, take this as a

final warning.

Sleep on it and, hopefully,

come morning

you’ll see, 

in a new

heavenly

light,

how delightful 

an overdue visit would be.

I look forward to seeing you, 

do drop in for tea.

Yours, not so very faithfully.