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Big Mama

Lacking both abiding faith
that somewhere seraphim glide
through sacred arches, as well
as fast assuredness nothing
mightier than dizzy mortals
and indifferent physics
guide the universe’s glide
I picture God as Big Mama –
endlessly giving but buzzed out
by infinite demand.
Old Mother Hubbard
with an 7-billion-brat shoe.
You just can’t expect Her
to see you safely across streets
or wipe your nose.

And maybe there’s nothing –
just inter-stellar vacuum
between barren galaxies. Void
separating sub-atomic particles.
And maybe I’m just talking to myself
But Hey Big Mama
if you find the time
please help us treat each other
better than we’ve lately seen
to give us faith there’s Goodness
hiding somewhere
back behind the screen.

  David Elsasser