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I don't think I can stand it
its another one of "them" poems about God it must be some daily meditation practice I am out of that kind of practice I don't believe in organized institutionalized religion any more I've seen some of the most religious people pass out the vilest of pronouncements and watched others walk away in hurt and shame that's what I'd call free will its not the good work of the All Mighty put that kind of God in another poem go on and preach on some where else my Creator is different my Creator respects all life and all kinds of wisdom not just male not just human no matter what Holy Spirit you believe in, it ought to have the power to guide you in the ways of wisdom and kindness and to leave others better off than you found them or the wisdom to leave them alone now, leave me in peace I don't want to hear about wickedness and sin about the evils of all men and women and how I need to repent or burn in eternal hellfire perhaps evil is a reflection of what is inside of you I don't know what the Creator made is good look around you at Nature I see no evil it is all a matter of seeing perspective so it must be the Seer MAKE NO MORE GOD POEMS FOR ME TODAY I don't have the ears for them anymore. Copyright September 8, 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author Meloo/Melissa A Howells/ Tilt-a-World All Dreams/Rants/Ideas/Prose and Poetry are the legal property of this Writer I'm about to offend someone here. Oh well. Here I go again. What is writing if it doesn't get "someone to thinking." I believe in a Creator. Just a different one than you, that's all. written at 1:48am in the morning. I see where there are new poets emerging on this site...new poets to read. I look forward to a new infusion of vitality and energy and lots more variety and inventiveness to read. So new folks, click on your name and join the ranks so you can join the ranks of poetry poems. welcome. thought some more about this nature biz...could I have inadvertently meant human and mother nature who knows Vote for this poem |
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