Mystery

I don’t know about you, but

God is still a mystery to me.

They say he speaks in a still small voice

And maybe I move too fast

Or my ears are too big

Or I’m just plain hard of hearing,

But I’ve no definitive answers,

Just other people telling me who God is

Or who they're afraid He is,

Or cryptic messages filtering through my brain

That could very well be of my own making.

All the Super Pastors seem to have

A certain number of steps, or books or cd’s

That promise to tell me the way to go

But I’ve been told where to go

And how to get there before

In much clearer language at no monetary cost.

The best I’ve come up with

Is to keep living my life

And eventually I’ll get to the corporeal end of it

Where I’m told all my questions will be answered.

I guess I’ll find out then

Which directions were accurate or,

If I don’t,

It won’t much matter.