My ‘Cold’ God

His head bowed in utter resignation,
Christ hung crucified at the alter,
Thence I stood before him,
Seeking,
Asking,
Longing,
But for some peace,
Instead the deafening silence mocked me,
You!
You want peace??
Go! Go, for tears are your destiny, 
Tears your fate.

I went,
I contemplated,
I walked,
And my unsteady footsteps led me 
To the threshold of a single word,
Allah.
My heart screamed silently,
I know not how to imagine you,
But you have the power to wield the world.
Resurrect my life, Lord!
An eerie silence greeted my plea,
It went unheeded…

I traced my dragging feet to yet another haven,
Of goodness,
Of mercy,
Of miracles,
Sat Lord Krishna,
Ensconced in his throne,
Blue was his hue,
With a thousand jewels He shone.
I prayed, I cried, I worshipped,
But my lamentations went unheard,
And now,
With the ruins of my world around my feet,
I am content,
For nothing remains to be destroyed.
And as for God..
Talk not of him.
WHAT IS HE?
WHERE IS HE?
WHO IS HE?
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