XII. God Said

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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

3 thoughts on “XII. God Said

  1. 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.

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