God said
I’m sending you on
a lonely mission
this time.
It’s gonna be scary,
you might well feel lost,
but here:
and He handed me a guitar.
I might have liked a gun better,
or a peaceful sleep,
but nope.
He gave me a guitar.
So I learned to play it,
and it became my voice.
I hid behind it, I hid in front of it,
I scared men off with it,
but mostly I loved it.
So, thanks, God.
When the bus rolls through
the Pearly Gates,
I’ll play the song
I wrote for you.
I hope you like it,
and I hope you sing along.
Art: Nashville, Tennessee, 2015 by Virginia Galfo
I loved this poem and this stanza especially:
I might have liked a gun better,
or a peaceful sleep,
but nope.
He gave me a guitar.
It did seem a bit odd to switch to 2nd person for the last stanza, but it didn’t really take away from the overall impression I got- which was good.
This is one of my favorites. It manages to be playful and serious at the same time. I love the end.
Thank you so much for your input. I was really tired when I wrote this one. I’ll have to take a look at the ending, again. 🙂