How I Deal with Life.....

How I Deal with Life.....

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

(If) god is dead (poem)

I wrote this one about twelve years ago. It has since went through three revisions. It's a wonder it survived at all.

The poem reflects the dying whimpers of my own faith that I was experiencing at the time. Thankfully, in the years since this was written, I have discovered a faith in myself and a quiet acceptance of the world.

(If) god is Dead

The Corpse sprawled
beside the massive throne
Layered with the dust
of shattered angels
Golden streets (of paradise?)
crumble under the weight of fallen wings

The children spew
unheard prayers
Hollow eyes reflecting defeat
wash the cracked earth
with diseased tears of crucified faith

Hope flees
from a mother’s memory
as she pushes cold soil over the (still) form
of a silenced child
who lived in hell
will never know heaven
and will never touch the face of God

-Teri Coley Adams


  1. Lost a brother when he was quite young. The anger that resulted stayed with me for a long time. I had to learn to forgive god. And at the moment I did I touched the face of God. This poem brings all that back but now instead of anger. There is love. Thanks

  2. I found this poem stuffed in an envelope. Back when I wrote it it meant one thing, now it meanns another. I'm sure in another ten years it'll mean something else to me.
    sorry to hear you lost a brother, but comforted to know that you were finally able to "touch the face of God" in your forgivness..