Grandpa, do you believe in god? asked the child.
Of course I believe in god, he replied,
how could I not believe? just look around,
how could the humble man create something so profound?
How does he look like? Have you seen him close?
I have seen him many times, he smells like rose,
he has the head of a dog, no race and no gender,
his skin has all shades, he is wise and tender.
He sounds like a monster, weren’t you scared?
Nobody scares me when I look at his face,
monsters can hide behind beauty, silk and lace,
but when you look deep into their souls,
is when you really see the ugly holes.
Where is his home? Does he live in the church?
He has no home, he wants to be free,
church is one of the places he’d rather not be,
he lives with the refugees and the suppressed,
whoever is lost, can rest on his chest.
In all the adventures that you have been,
tell me some miracles, that you have seen,
did he walk on water or cured the sick,
is he strong and tall with a golden stick?
One time he appeared to me as a cripple on the street,
he was hungry but he couldn’t talk, stand, or move his feet,
after days that he was crawling around,
a piece of bread next to a can he found.
When he was about his hunger to end,
he saw a dog on his feet to ascend,
he was much thinner than him, more hungry, more scared,
he fed the dog with the bread, for himself few bites he spared.
Another time he was a young child at school,
few bullies were mocking another kid that was not “cool”,
teachers and students would look the other way,
careless or scared they had nothing to say.
He was thin and weak, but he did stand up,
with a brave young voice, he told them to stop,
needless to say, he was also mocked and attacked,
but after him more children found the strength to react.
But grandpa, I can’t see god in the stories you shared,
it was just a simple man and a kid that was scared,
in all your miracles I see humans who helped,
what makes you believe that it was god instead?
I’ve seen so many people, and they are all weak and scared,
but there is a god inside each one of them ready to be heard,
he has the head of a dog, no race and no gender,
his skin has all shades, he is wise and tender.
05.10.2018
Jimmy Larus 