Scene 1: Hospital room, nighttime

Abe: I lie in hospital bed. All too soon
to surely die. I never wished to be
a mighty nation, but only to boost
the cause of joy, of people standing tall
all overflowing all exploding Godlight
all over the place all the time
.
God: Alive or dead, your ass is surely mine
You rise you fall, still you will always find
just Me: I Am Who I Am. You can’t escape
the Love that’s All, Great God beneath the Fates.

Abe: Let’s play a game. Each night I drift to sleep.
I dissolve and disappear within the deep.
Perhaps that’s death already, and every night.
I then awake and feel alive. But I think I might
mistake wooden, hollow open-eyed dreams
for living. What?, I wonder; What?, I scheme,
if I were to name my next sleep the end
of my earthy life — no longer to pretend
that morning light means new day, means more life.
Next morn, my ghost will float above the strife
of breathing breeding bleeding ’til one’s lost the plot.
A phantom’s not afraid to die. He knows he’s caught
‘tween realms of flesh and soul. He can enjoy
the general illusion, yet be no toy
to it, no desperate addict of our shared daydream.
What do you think?

God: I think you may wean
yourself of life if you vacation there
while living death like a ghost who who’s seen through himself.
I’m not sure if I’d name that wisdom
or just another artful dodge.
You humans are so good at those duck-outs
from the Truth

Abe: We shall see, giant creator of all things
We’ll soon discover what this my game will bring.

God: Your game’s not the main of the action.
The question’s still only, will you be wise?
Will you live Love or will you live lies?