Very cool

I dreamt last night
Not of the always imminent grenade threat
Nor of the seemingly disappearing Nairobi heat
Not of the never ending party scenes
Nor of the muffled December screams
But of something much more neat
Something cool
Something provoking
I dreamt of an old man and his never-ending rant
Something very cool

In my dream there were no sounds
No words
No syllables
Just looks and nods
And occasional winks
That all ended in questions
Questions without answers 
Answers that were in front of me 
Answers I could not find 
Something very cool 

So his eyes asked if I pray 
My eyes responded that I do 
His lips demanded to know how and why 
My hands made the cross sign to show 
That indeed I do pray 
My heart pounded to a certain beat 
Then murmured: 
To the father, the son and the holy spirit 
His ears laughed 
Something very cool 
His forehead coughed 
His nose twitched Then demanded: 
Whose father? 
Whose son? 
And the spirit? 
Is this how you were taught to pray? 
Each night and every day. 
Son of my son 
Do you know your God? 
Does he know you? 
Do you now where he is? 
Up in heaven. 
He is you. 
He is me. 
He is everywhere. 

Something totally cool.