God Has Been Killed (Based On Nietzsche's Thoughts) Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

'How long will these people resist
the call to come out from the prison of faith
that enslaves them from becoming free and strong? ':
asked my friend to me,
while we were lying down on a green field
under the gloomy and sad faces of clouds.

I took a deep breath
and let my lungs fill with the fresh air,
mixed with the scent of rain that was coming,
thinking of all that had just happened
earlier that Sunday morning,
after the first Holy Mass he had participated in.

Since he is my best friend who does not like to go to church,
he probably believes in God,
but he still does not want to attend Holy Mass.
So, I had to invite him to come over.

He observed the priest,
who was wearing a white alb and white stole,
carrying a small prayer booklet and a small bottle of water
with a cross imprinted and the phrase 'aqua sancta' on it.

He commanded the wealthy man,
who was wearing a gold necklace and a gold Rolex,
to park his brand-new Tesla in front of the church
for some blessings.

The rich man bowed
and asked for the priest's hand in blessing,
but the priest did not give his hand
and scolded the wealthy man first:
'You parked your car too close to my bonsai plants.
Move it a little farther before we begin the blessings.'

The wealthy man, trembling,
moved quickly inside his car and drove a little backward.
He came out and said:
'I am so sorry, Father. Don't worry.
Even if I have accidentally damaged your bonsai,
I'll give you two more bonsais from my house.'

My friend whispered to me:
'Who is that priest?
He acts and commands like everyone is his inferior.
He should have asked politely, I guess.
He does not own the world.
It is the God he preached about earlier, isn't it? '

The blessings for the Tesla began
and went on for about five minutes.
The wealthy man gave him an envelope
that seemed to be thick with something inside,
and the priest smiled and shook his hand.

After the blessings of the Tesla,
another man, of average height and looks,
approached the priest for blessings too
and led him to his newly purchased second-hand tricycle.

'This will be used as public transportation, Father,
so that I can earn something for my family too, ':
the man said to the priest.

But the priest's face,
which had been wearing a big smile,
suddenly changed into the look of an unhappy old man.
He opened his prayer booklet, said a few words,
made the sign of the cross, and sprinkled a few droplets of holy water.
The blessings didn't even take a minute of the priest's time.

After the short blessing,
the man gave a small amount of money to the priest,
offering it with all his heart and love,
dedicating the money for the priest's generosity in giving his time.

But the priest shook his head and said:
'Keep it so that you can use it for the next day.'
The priest smiled like an angel,
bestowing blessings on the man.

The man smiled back with a very happy face and said:
'You are so generous, Father. May God bless you more.'

My friend whispered to me:
'Fake humility!
Let's go now. You have seen my reason
why I no longer believe in the teachings of those hypocrites.'

At the back of my mind,
while I silently listened to Nick, my best friend,
I told myself:
'I think God must be dead,
for His servants have killed Him with their deeds.'