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Great God Herb 

The true God is named Herb;

he lives on the topmost floor,

and drinks and eats as he pleases

But he never gains weight

(one of his manifold mysteries)

though some blaspheme as obese

Encountering his uncovered belly.

Further, they might profane him

as lit or somewhat tipsy

But unbelievers lie! Each time

I visit, he awakes from trances,

traversing every land...

Sometimes talking in tongues

as proof of his spirit travels

but not in boastful display!

Dearest Buddha and Jesus

could learn such humility

from most beloved Herb

For when he speaks, it's true

because he is Herb, the one,

without peer, omniscient

Herb, Father of all, to

descend one day to deliver

every soul from sin, Amen.

  • A poem by Lyon Kennedy.


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