You’ve Gotta Be Kidding Me

©2003 Michael D. Renneker

 

The night was warm, the wine half gone

That’s then the talk ceased being small

We spoke of God, and why it is

That anything exists at all

I’m a big believer in design

He said, man, don’t hand me that old line

You really think that there’s some

Disembodied, supernatural being at the helm?

 

You’ve gotta be kidding me

This is something I cannot believe

This is the death of common sense

You’ve gotta be kidding me

This is something that could never be

This whole thing reeks of arrogance

You’ve gotta be kidding me

 

He said it all could be explained

In terms of time and random chance

I said well yeah that’s just because

Those are concepts we already understand

We don’t do well with non-linear time

Or multi-dimensional states of mind

So it must be something else besides a

Disembodied, supernatural being at the helm

 

Much was discussed, nothing was resolved

Words tumbled like bricks after the wrecking ball

On this one point we still get stuck

Why would God let evil run amok?

Then we’re right back to that same old philosophical fork in the road

 

The letter came the very next day,

A picture of a cloud for a return address

It read “I heard what you both said,

Last night, and here is my redress:

There is no day without the night

The dark gives meaning to the light

And then he signed it “love,

Your Disembodied, Supernatural Being at the helm”

 

You’ve gotta be kidding me

I got a letter from a diety

This goes beyond our common sense

Nothing short of miraculous

What can you say at a time like this but

You’ve gotta be kidding me

 

 

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