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Him

by George Hoerner

Him

images abound
of the good God
as man goes round
we give Him a nod

hoping to see a dove
dispensing all love
in modern times
hunting for rhymes

He holds all knowledge
as we look to the abyss
we seem to ignore
what might be in store

in His name
is it all the same
requests to kill
how to know His will

is it time to explore
admonishments galore
for the long ride
look to the coin’s other side

01/23/2010

Posted on 01/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/25/10 at 04:03 PM

Love the hell out of that opener. Great stuff.

Posted by Jim Benz on 01/25/10 at 04:21 PM

two things I really like about this George: the eighth line referencing the poem's own creation, and the implications of the final line. I don't know if you were intending a connection between "killing" and "coin" (despite the more immediate "two sides of a coin" adage), placed within the framework of theological dogma. But that was what I read, and it makes for an interesting insight on religion.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/25/10 at 04:33 PM

I am intrigued by that last stanza, but I see when I flip to the other side E Plurubus Unum stares me in the face, and I can take that to the bank. Thank you, George.

Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/25/10 at 06:39 PM

To my way of thinking, the last stanza seems to reflect Charon and the River Styx, the coin being the fee you paid for him to ferry you to the other side...but that could very well just be me -regardless, I enjoyed this, beginning to end.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 01/25/10 at 09:16 PM

George I Love that you wrote something to give us pause to think of Him...interesting write and it looks as if your last stanza is doing what great poetry does letting the reader interpret at will. smh

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/05/14 at 01:33 PM

it is obvious to me, that as it concerns rhyme your hunt has met with great success, but this has not been just an ordinary expedition but you've permitted your ( rhyming ) game to live and breathe and play pan's pipe and not gutted it like some helpless animal, and stuffed upon some mantle for our gawking.

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