I Looked into the Eyes of God

I looked into the eyes of God

And saw that they were green;

Not the leafy, living shade though, mind you,

But a sickly color, foul, unnerving, strange.

I looked into the eyes of God

And saw that he was crying,

Not in sadness, though,

But in anger. Instead of rain,

Hail dropped like small bombs

Exploding on the pavement.

I looked into the mouth of God

And saw that he was screaming,

And as two funnels formed above my head,

I felt his breath upon my skin

And when the thunder clapped,

I heard his voice

Proclaiming, "Try me."

But then after a time,

When the storm subsided,

And the clouds departed

I looked into his eyes once more

And saw that he was staring

Straight at me

And in his face I saw-

Perhaps-

The smallest sign of caring.