When God came down

When God came down , the rivers overflowed

Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed

The houses broke up like a loaf to crumbs

The hearts of humans trembled till they hummed

The winds deceived, the gusts unmeasured stung

The churchbells shuddered then untimely rang

The power was cut and all our screens were dark

Where were the rulers, where the saving Ark?

The women giving birth were paralysed

The babies in the womb took ill and died

Their cradles rocked the world, they swung so fast

And in a moment all of life had passed

In the void, God started his new world

Rich and strange, the grit and then the pearls

Mary muses on metaphor

Mary was sitting in the kitchen drinking some tea whilst admiring the wild plum tree in blossom.

Suddenly her neighbour Annie ran into the room wearing a pink corduroy dress with long sleeves buttoned at the wrist and her legs were covered by striped tights that she had a bought in Woolworths in 1998.

She looked at Mary quizzically

You don’t look yourself this morning

No I’m not myself today I think it’s that schizoid remoteness that I have heard about recently. Could you become schizoid when you’re over 70? Annie teased her gently.

I don’t suppose it’s paranoid anhedonia.

Just plain and simple grief.

When was grief ever pkain and simple Mary wondered out loud

I’ve never heard of ak Anhedonia before. It sounds like a very good name for a cat

Come here Anhedonia.

Emil Mary’s beautiful cat woke up and cried out, I told you I should have learned Greek at school, mother.

But you didn’t go to school Mary told him kindly

You could have got me a private tutor in that case but first of all I would have to learn to read and write which is something I  never got round to.

So what made you think that that word was Greek?

It just reminds me of things I  heard you saying to Stan before he died.

Oh yes it was probably when I was discussing my anisometropia with him.

Is that a house plant Annie asked nervously.

No it’s something to do with the fact that you can’t get both of your eyes sorted with super suitable lenses simultaneously

That sounds dreadful cried Annie mournfully.

And you know what the optician said to me Mary told her

He said you’ve got 90% of your eyesight back compared to a blind person but only 60% back compared to someone with perfect vision.

So I said to him don’t talk to me like that I am a mathematician I used to teach statistics to trade union students. You can’t do that with percentages they’re not metaphors you know or similes.

But on reflection I realised that I could understand perfectly well what he meant.

It reminded me of Stan when he used to say

The distance between 0 and 1 is bigger than the distance from one to two

That would not be allowed in a mathematics book  but actually he was 100% right compared to a human being but only t 10% compared to God. And even that’s an exaggeration.

We have just sorted out the Greek alphabet and mathematics and percentages and metaphors why don’t we put the kettle on  and make  nice cup of tea. A coal fire in this room would make it perfect why we could even boil the kettle on it and reduce the electricity bill

Oh mother you are so funny cried Emile graciously I just love the way you talk I could listen to you all day long

Thank you very much Emile that’s wonderful to know that you don’t mind listening to me like this all day because I have no one else to talk to

Excuse me  said Annie you can talk to me.

Thank you dear I know I can but sometimes I remember that you only went to Grey’s road polytechnic whereas I went to Cambridge university on a scholarship although I would rather have gone on the train

You went to Cambridge university but did you actually go inside and learn anything?

That’s what we’re all wondering but sk at least she has a little humility.

I wish that we could say the same for the most powerful man in the world.

Yet even a modest poet is more powerful in reality than someone who rules by lies power and force and probably even death.

The poet alters our vision.

Though sometimes it’s easier to get new spectacles instead

And so say all of us

Like  sex and drugs and eating from my shoe

We spent 10 years  a -wandering  Southport Beach
You may wonder how but I don’t teach

I went to Sinai just to have a look
Now it is in Egypt . bless my boots/

The Bedouin people  have not found a home
In the deserts of my heart, they roam

I washed my dishes in some  water cold
They are greasy but I’m going blind

Would you vote for leaving Asia next?
Brexit  has put patience to the test

Are we  in New Zealand’s  trading zone?
We could cut the cord and be reborn

I read the Times and leave a comment too
To be quite  clear  I asked  them , is I you?

The Bread that is so sacred  feeds the poor
Jesus never wished to be adored.

I saw a beggar lying on  the ground
I gave him my down coat, is that unsound?

I thought I’d go out on the River Thames
But then I went to Kew to make amends

Did God wish to  convert the  Jews by force?
I hope he will be filled with bald remorse

The Inquisition, torture and  then death
Jesus would be shattered by this mess

Don’t we pay the Hebrews  for their Scrolls?
They told the stories , made the Bible  whole.

All of Europe forced to go to Mass
Those unwilling,  burn them up like grass

I hated sermons for  men gave no clue
How to do in practice what they knew

I made some salad green and ate it all
The slugs and snails are  looking up appalled

English grammar is no use to me
I want to go to Norway and catch flu

I made a rule :it is a sin to pee
Like  sex and drugs and eating from my shoe

Why not work out what we’re made to do?
Making babies may be the real clue

Getting mystic, lying on the lawn
Is that a cat that  bit me on the arm?

I fear my cat has grown her claws  yards long
If she liked my boyfriend,  she’d grow fangs

When in Israel  do  not speak in code
They invented it  to please the Lord

I wonder was  the first word ever   God?
Cr*p or Sh*t or F*ck   or Praise [the Lord]

Do you long fo marmalade in bed?
The duvet’s  bitter orange  matching bread

The cats are in the basket on the wall
They ate  up  violets  ,I call that absurd

My husband  phones  me when I am asleep
I can’t pick it up so it is cheap

Wandering in the Estuary of the Ribble
Stand on Sinking Sand and play the fiddle

If Britain  travels  like the great Titanic
Boris Johnson will sell us our own Panic

If you see a Polar bear at night
Take a photo  followed by swift flight

I’d like to phone my husband but he ‘s gone
Get BT to lay a line  for one.

I don’t believe in mourning over-long
I’ll  soon be dead myself and feeling prongs

Grief is free for all of us on Earth
It hurts like Hell and  makes the World seem cursed

Good night my little cat and my tame snails
I’m off soon  to New  Zealand  with my tales

 

 

When people don’t want to be with you because you feel sad or worried

When Jesus was in the garden of gethsemena

He wanted some companion during the night but nobody was able to be with him.

I’m sure that some of us have had a similar experience.

So would a helper have said to Jesus

Why don’t you listen to some music I know the radio has not been invented yet but you are God…. So make yourself a radio and listen to music

Why don’t you turn your mind away from fear of death  I’m thinking about signing up for an art class,myself.

I know that Jews can’t worship images but there’s no harm in making some images was paint or pastels.

It might lift your mood..

Now Jesus, have you drunk enough water today? Have you had a proper meal?

(Well they had the last supper I believe.)

Don’t you think we should all go home and go to bed and have a good rest and forget about this event that’s going to happen?

Now Jesus what you need is a good holiday.

You know it’s not so far to Cyprus and it would be a break from living in this occupied territory.

The Romans have a lot to answer for.

And would Jesus have lost his temper and called out to the  disciples

Satan get thee hence.

Then somebody will just say, if you feel bad at three o’clock in the morning it’s often a sign of depression and I believe there are some new antidepressants on the market now.

Why don’t you see the doctor tomorrow and ask him can you have a free sample because there is no NHS in the holy land.

And that’s why Jesus stayed in the Garden of Gethsemane by himself because he did not like what his followers were saying to him. And it was all because they didn’t want to actually know how he was feeling: that he was sweating blood that he was afraid that he was terrified but he was going to continue on the path that he believed God had set him on.

And after all he was the son of God. So he believed and there is some evidence to favor that view.

And thus it did transpire