They talk of footprints
Along the winter sand
Those obscure hints
Of God’s guiding hands
When we’re struggling
We believe God is hiding
It feels so puzzling
When our life is backsliding
Obscure Hints (a poem)
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Free Will is an Illusion (a poem)
Free will must be an illusion
None of us are running the show
I spend my days in utter confusion
My instinctual drives I don’t know
What is destiny? What is fate?
Are these things superstitions?
Let’s gather and have the debate
I’ve always had my suspicions
I believe the subconscious deep within
Has more say than we like to believe
And many of our decisions hinge
On things we cannot perceive
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Still Searching for God (a poem)
I’m still searching for God
But have I found Him?
When I pray, He doesn’t respond
So, I sing murder ballads and hymns
God is in the stars
He’s in the grocery store, too
In the face of an old man
In a sunset that’s so true
Really, you can find God anywhere
If you look in the right places
Perhaps She’s in the very air
And in the in-between spaces
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The Things that God Allows (a poem)
Religion is a system of cruelty
And the priests are the executioners
The church can no longer fool me
Of the terrible abuse that occurs
Let’s go beyond good and evil
Into the gray mist of the unknown
Leaving behind the crosses and medieval morality
That have provided comfort for so long
This priest towers over me; a blazing fury in his eyes
He foams at the mouth and tells me
He’s the Devil in disguise
Trust me, I do believe him – in the darkness of the confessional
His tales of deceit are utterly credible
And his wizened face is ancient and contemptible
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God Laughed (a poem)
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
The child is dying, and there’s nothing
I can do, except scream like the child
Is the child me? I wonder
Am I dying? Maybe so
The cabin room is hot
The planet is an oven
All our worst fears always
Come true, it’s true
My father taught me this
A day before he died
At his kitchen table
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The Dark God of Kilead (flash fiction)
Here’s a piece of dark fantasy flash fiction about a town dealing with an unknown and terrible force. It’s about 525 words and has a 2 minute reading time. Let me know what you think!
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Secluded Hell (a poem)
Hate drapes crippled bodies,
God recoils in lifeless soil,
we serve Him, in good times
and bad, we fear them
judgments above,
in darkened clouds
We have iron tastes
in bitter mouths;
she wants to be elegant,
princess of wastelands,
but she’s like us –
depraved, wearing blood-jewels
that reflect enemy eyes
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Sending up a Prayer (a poem)
Sending up a prayer – way up in the air
Pleading with God – will He respond?
He’s quiet at first – this feels so forced
But the prayer changes me – can’t you see?
I begin to let go – at first, it’s very slow
My worries remain – at least for today
I don’t expect magic – or to feel ecstatic
My faith is hard-won – once, I came undone
From that I learned – not everything’s absurd
While it may seem so – it takes time to grow
Into spiritual maturity – certainly not purity
Life’s never perfect – the future, we can’t predict
But spirituality helps me – it makes me feel free
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Alt-Psalm #4 (a poem)
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it,
so why do we insist on depleting it?
treating it, beating it like a dirty dog –
Adam named everything he saw,
the beasts & critters that crawl,
the plants & trees so tall,
and since those days in Eden,
we’ve furiously assaulted the planet –
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Daily Quote: The Purpose of Prayer
“The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.” ― Søren Kierkegaard
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