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.
This article appears in November 2014.
