5th July 2019

I have a problem with God.

My cat knew not how to lie,
Cheat, backstab, slander, steal
Or plot the downfall of a rival
By means of treachery

Or even murder. 
Yet it was punished yesterday
With death by agonizing miscarriage
For its sins.
(No one dies innocently, not even infants,
As who knows what atrocities
Infants are capable of in adulthood,
Or perhaps it's to spare them from evil that may befall them

At some point in their lives,
In both cases as foreseen by God.)
So, the question is, 'What sins?
Killed too many sparrows and/or house lizards?'
It was a cat. That what cats do.
That's what cats were created to do.
'Mated with multiple partners?'
It was a cat. That's what cats do.
That's what cats were created to do.
So why did God look the other way
When it was struggling in agony
For the last thirty minutes of its life?
Why did God  include such a horrible ending
In his Holy Script Concerning All Life On Earth
In the case of one insignificant drop-in-the-ocean cat
Who would eventually be named Good-Looking Carlos?
Why? Because he is God and that's what God does?

It is written,

When we call,

He will not answer,

When we plead,

He will look away

For we have forsaken him.

Therefore, when he calls,

I will not answer,

When he pleads,

I will look away

For he has forsaken me

When he killed off my cat,

Yes, killed it off,

For no good reason.

Yes, indeed, I have a problem with God.

[God's imagined reply:]

In what manner would you rather have.it die,

O Foolish One,

If indeed its time to die was at hand?

Killed by a car that ran over it and spilled it guts out

Right in front of your own doorstep

(As was the layout in residential enclaves such as yours)

Or ripped apart by a roaming pack of stray dogs

(Which you yourself have not only encountered in the past,

Mostly late at night,

But also chased away, quarterstaff in hand)?

[Me:]

What are we mortals if not lower than the dirt beneath thy feet.

O Lord, 
For I spoke out of grief from a grieving heart,

Blinded by tears and clouded by sorrow.

You always do what is best for us,

Cat, dog or human

And hence I shall hold my tongue in silence

Lest my foolishness be my downfall.

[God's imagined reply:]

So as it is said,

So shall it be done.

....................................................................................

Good-Looking Carlos
14th Sept. 2018 - 4th July 2019

1st July 2019

All the tears I've cried

For all the ones who died

Means none have I left for you,

My poor sick Ginger Boy, 

Whose end was very near

By tomorrow night I fear, 

My poor sick  Ginger Boy,

My poor sick Ginger Boy.