The Man Upstairs 10/07

He is not a wizened old man
With a three meter beard
Sitting in the lotus position
In a constant state of peace and contemplation

He is all knowing
And all good
But equally frustrated
He paces back and forth
Trying to reconcile reason and faith
He has seen the bonds of love
Mutate into mutual disrespect
Sensuality transformed into selfish perversion

He sees diversity as a strength
But divisiveness as a weakness
And every time He dips into
His infinite pool of wisdom
Searching for a solution
He is nearly knocked of his feet
By undercurrents of indecision

He wears earplugs
To diminish the wails of anguish
That resonate off the gates of paradise
He does not wish to ignore
The pleas and supplications
From the products of His creation
But He must by necessity
Separate quality from quantity
In order to relieve the burden
Betrayed by the everlasting lines
On his sanctified face

He doesn’t consider mankind a mistake
But he sometimes questions
His course of passivity
He knows that we have now reached
The point where intervention
Would do more harm than good
He is sad because He knows
That for mankind to mature as a race
We must settle matters amongst ourselves
And He realizes the bloody price it will entail

Still, even while he surveys
This rock of unhappiness
A smile of satisfaction
Creases the ancient lines
As a father who knows
That his promise
Of eternal redemption
Will eventually be enough
To resolve the turbulence and disruption
He takes further quiet consolation
From his decision to leave
Immortality as an unattainable condition