If God is a tyrant
It doesn’t matter who rules you —
which voices, external or internal
bear down on you
bend you to their yoke
You have no hope for freedom anyway
Only the hope of bargaining
for some marginally less paltry
slice of life
But if there is freedom anywhere
If there is fulfillment
If there is any love, any bright joy
Then something must be holding up the ceiling
of the sky
Some law must make provision
for dynamic lift
If God were a tyrant
There would be no point in life at all
But Life rises
irrepressible
and joy is real, and comes unbidden
Flashes of brilliant day
take us by surprise
proving
God is not a tyrant
and you can have
everything you love.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2012