It might have started with a Bang, or more probably a Big Thrrrrps!
The universe began as swirled patterns like black ink mixed with turps.
Great minds have wondered about our universe's Big Bang fable,
Twas but Gzuz's little toe connecting with the cosmic coffee table!
The powerful creative words that he uttered are sadly not recorded
As his cursings and mutterings landed on the far side of — ahem — sordid!
So the fate of a broken toe and the ensued cursing and yelling
was all the cosmic magic needed to start our existence rolling.
Hence our universe is his baby and conceived from his outburst;
our third rock from the sun — considered to be his true love's first.
This is where you and I come in, he thought he'd have some fun.
It involved mud and dirt — a single rib — then baked in the sun.
I'm sure you have heard of a talking snake and a half eaten apple?
That's Pure myth — Gzuz's mistaken snack would be the real betrayal.
This caused a cosmic mess and naughty things should be accounted;
The silencing of the lambs — innocent life need now be slaughtered.
Gzuz spoke from his mount,
“Hey! Teachers! Leave them sheep alone!”
This caused quite an upset, and he had to dodge many a stone.
Again, he declared,
“You got it all wrong. Listen, I am the boss!”
But the Romans
responded by
nailing him to
a big wooden cross.
Now there are many a versions out there, but many do agree;
that he rose up on the third day to free all humanity.*
This footnote is not part of the poem — Note:
In the Synoptic Gospels, Jesus dies on a Friday, but in the Gospel of John, he dies on a Thursday.
John 19:14 reads: “It was the Day of Preparation for the Passover; it was about noon.”
Is this a contradiction, or deliberate theological framing? Both?
He sat up and said “Tis but a scratch — my, what a great sleep!”
With that he moved the rock; It was time to harvest and reap.
Out he strolled to his final goal — time to finish his mission;
When something stripey blocked his path and stole his sole attention.
Twas a red-and-white striped hat that was mysterious in its making.
Gzuz knew a lot of things, but this was way too intriguing.
Curiosity overwhelmed him — and he slowly put it on.
POOF! — And like that he was hidden. Gzuz was now gone.
Besides his love of
hide-n-seek (thanks to his new hatted head),
He regaled his first miracle and was enamoured by the fine red.
He's there when you don't notice, more often than you suppose —
Hiding in plain sight, in fact... he's right under your nose.
He is not the impossible god of
all-powerful and all-good —
but neither is he the opposite;
rather just misunderstood.
Besides Gzuz hiding and making his favourite wine;
He pinches wheels too — “Hey, Gzuz! That's Mine!”
Well, there you have it. From beginning to end.
Still no sight of him — probably off on a bend!?
A story worth telling — a story worth told.
2000 years missing, 2000 years old.
Will Gzuz take off the hat and
return to us as
the cosmic king?
Were we lied to?
Or has he overslept again;
lost in his bedding?
I admit, at times, when sitting quietly still, I hear a high pitch whistle.
That's wind through Gzuz's hands left from winning death's wrestle.
So, as a sight, we can recognise the Gzuz of our time.
Holy hands, Stripey Hat, stolen wheel and naughty wine!
You must think this is ridiculous. A joke!
How could anyone know?
True — yet all things are possible
with Gzuz, a coffee table and his little toe!
Hoodies, T-shirts, Mugs and Gzuz Merch!
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