THE GOD THAT ISN’T
The God that isn't
is in the hospital
following the gurney
that's headed for the
operating room.
The God that isn't
is under the car
where the girl is pinned
after the accident.
The God that isn't
is in the trenches of war
alongside the boys
who huddle in fear.
The God that isn't
is on the ceiling
of the darkened bedroom
when you can't sleep.
The God that isn't
is or isn't
depending on where
life finds you.
Jay
Frankston
Little
River, CA
95456
SQUANDERED
HOPE
GOD has left the
premises.
He has moved to another
galaxy.
He left a note for us on
the mantelpiece.
I'll read it to you:
GOODBY! I'm leaving.
I am really disappointed
in you.
I gave you a world full
of beauty,
with sunsets and dawns,
clouds and stars,
flowers and butterflies,
colors and sound.
And what have you done
with my gifts?
You've become greedy.
You are obsessed with
your possessions
always wanting more.
You feel innocent and
righteous
but you know what you
must do and you don't do it.
And you know what you
mustn't do and you do it.
You ignore the poor, the
sick and the downtrodden.
You make excuses for
yourself. "I need the job".
"I have a mortgage
to pay". "I'm too busy"
or "I haven't got the
time".
You manage to blame
"them" for all your ills.
"Them", the
politicians, the corporations,
the blacks, the Jews and
Wall street.
The other fellow in any
case.
And you are blind to your
participation.
You spoil the air you
breathe
and defecate in your own
garden.
You travel far and wide
to massacre women and
children
and blame me for not
stopping you.
You wreck havoc upon the
world
and ask me for help in
restoring some order
from your chaos.
Goodby! I've lost faith
in you.
If you manage to survive
your abuses,
if you come to your
senses before it is too late,
I may return to your
world
and
bring back the Hope you have squandered.
Jay
Frankston
Little
River, CA
95456
AUTHOR'S BIOGRAPHY
Jay Frankston was raised in Paris, France. Narrowly escaping the Holocaust he came to the U.S. in 1942, became a lawyer and practiced on his own in New York for nearly twenty years, reaching the top of his profession, sculpting and writing at the same time.
In 1972 he gave up law and New York and moved himself and his family to Northern California where he became a teacher and continued to sculpt and write.
He is the author of several books and of a true tale entitled "A Christmas Story" which was published in New York, condensed in Reader's Digest, translated into 15 languages, and called a Christmas Classic by many reviewers.
El Sereno, his latest novel, is a short epic set in Spain with authentic historical background. It took ten years and two trips to Madrid to complete.
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