Many of the people I know
wish for things,
don’t come true.
I would like to
in a benevolent God
has my best interests at heart
things don’t work-out the way I want them to
and believers say, “that’s because your heart needs to want what God wants”
I need a transplant.
I don’t know if the organ needs to be shifted to the right
or to the left.
If we can’t use God, where is God? God is not a genie in a bottle
So, why do we believe in him
the absent god
the unknowable god
the unseen god?
of good fortune
are praising God. It makes sense to do this
if you have everything, why not have God too?
It doesn’t hurt to have faith, if you have everything
The man with nothing, has even less
To those who have, much will be given
To those with little, even that will be taken away
I like to think what hell will be like
Perhaps, it’ll be like when the power goes off
and I am bumping into things, completely disoriented
looking for the light switch
but there isn’t one.
A coworker asked me once, if I was afraid of the dark
and I told her, “I like the night.”
“Why?” She asked.
“Things are less obvious at night. Ugly things become beautiful in the blackness.”
“My husband likes the night too—that’s why he’s a cop. Maybe you should become a cop?”
“I don’t think so—I’m afraid of the dark.”
“But you said, you like the night.”
“I like things I’m afraid of.”
we are closer to our answer…
Most of us are afraid of who we might become
slivers of success
we scratch at them, and they bleed
“See—look—I have an owie.”
But nobody cares, it’s not an open sore
a gaping wound
or an absent heart
it’s just a little pain, from walking across the beauty bark
Most of us, want something
Few of us, want to become something
If we put ourselves into a painting, we can smile at people for centuries.
“Leonardo, you are a beautiful woman.”
If we put our thoughts into words, we can speak to people for Millenia
“Virgil, you are a magician.”
A destiny, is like, when you wake up, and can’t find the light, so you decide to work in the dark.
How many people don’t know who they are
and give themselves to job descriptions?
Humanity, is understood, because it was created by somebody else.
“Who are you?”
“I’m a Christian. I’m a Republican.”
“Oh—I like Christians, but I don’t like Republicans, so we can’t be friends.”
“But you haven’t gotten to know me.”
“Oh—I know you. I know all of your conservative talking points.”
When you are truly alone, the darkness becomes your friend
there is nothing obvious in the dark.