After Life
After 
god walked away
We stopped 
killing each other. 

We no longer hid 
behind thick
hanging tapestries 
full of archaic 
blood stained
theologies.

We adorned 
ourselves 
with tie-dye kilts, 
dresses, skirts and shirts.
We made love 
under southern
black walnut trees 
and thundering skies 
while we worshipped 
the being of each other.

© SB Joy, 2022

This reminds of two famous lines in two different songs:

Imagine all the people – John Lennon

Isn’t it a pity – George Harrison.

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