I used to hate you after my Dad died.
My tears were not enough, so steaming hot they fried.
When they splashed on the ground with a splat
I thought, dear God, don't you get that?
Whenever I see others believe, I puked
Inside I felt all riled up, ready to duke
Couldn't lift a finger without clenching my jaw
Dear God, how could you, death stuck in my craw.
So I spoke with the rabbi one day
He told me to read a book or a play
No answers there for me, dear God
No answers anywhere, so I lay down some sod.
New ground is what I thought I needed
Travel far away from what I had seeded
The hate and the venom, the sorrow and pain
If I could find a new perspective, I could gain.
My right to be among the living
My right to be alive, while Dad lay interred
Keep breathing each breath,
My heart's hate transforms into a bird.
Say goodbye to old hate
Sayonara to travel
For it is good to be rooted
And let hate rest in a barrel.
I forgive you God.
