I found God in McDonald's
I found illumination in the light falling through its windows, not unlike that of colored cathedral glass
I found peace in the steady labor of cleaning and serving others like a simple monk or squire
I found joy in the rough baritone tune of our regular's background chatter, not unlike a holy quire
My McDonalds is older than I and so ancient to my young self like a roman church
My pope is my patience as it guides me in kindness to others
My demons are my own limits and the fatigue that makes them closer
My angels are the kind people who smile and lift weights from my shaking shoulders both customers and coworkers alike
My god is the untouchable knowing peace that lies in the beams and bones of the building
The multiple millions of impressions left by the living who create gods themselves
My god is not all seeing and all knowing
It's only judging fires are the grills of the kitchens
But it is kind and patient and will give me kindness if I let myself feel it
If I close myself to it my god will not despair but it continues regardless of me until/if I chose to rejoin it
I found my god in McDonald's
A young and old god
A kind and indifferent god
A leading and lead god
A reflection of all gods we hold within us as we walk within its walls
My god in McDonald's
Authors Note:
Once again this was not meant to offend and if it does then move on. So First of all after reading this does the word god look strange to anyone else? Next, sorry for the poor grammar it was originally supposed to be a story but came out as a poem. (for example, the word god is not capitalized as I was using it as the general term and not the name of the Christain god. Well, all except that first sentence) Finally, I've been playing around with the idea of McDonald's as a surrealist concept or metaphor and wrote this a few days ago. Yes, I am aware that my poem doesn't quite fit those parameters but oh well.
