Lord, I Have Questions (First Draft)

My hands fumbled around the
Kitchen table at two-thirty a.m, finally

Finding and grasping a sweaty
Beer bottle. I’ve

Got some questions for you
God, I barked into the

Darkness. I’ve prayed at the
Floor often enough, dropped

My ten percent into your tray.

You owe me.


Where did my dog run off to?

Why couldn’t you make my penis bigger?

When will the meek get theirs?

Why did the passenger pigeon die out?

Is this the best you can do?


I took a long swig of beer and


At least the beer was still cold.

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Author Notes

This was a rough first draft of a poem that actually morphed into another work I posted here elsewhere here. I thought I'd revisit the original, see if I could smooth it out a little.

10 Comments for “Lord, I Have Questions (First Draft)”

reigny dai


This is fantastic. God’s got a lot of explaining to do. I love that you touched upon personal questions and questions the world would like answered. The sarcasm of at least having a cold beer brought it all together, but it also shows, no matter how small, we can find something for which to be thankful.

I enjoyed this piece to the fullest.

Raymond Tobaygo


Good morning, Craig

Interesting conversation with God. The questions span the range of questions from the obvious to the succinct, from the general to the private. I liked how you injected the humor. Looking forward to the finished version.

Take care and stay safe,


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