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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced 
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I'm lost. I found God on the corner of cows and racoons, and with the music blaring my life is in ruins. So how the hell do you like me now? Who am I? I laugh at me. And the old folks around me who go to church every Sunday and Wednesday I laugh. Who is God? Who the hell am I? Why am I even here? When I can't write "hell" in a poem? |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Who is God? ... A question that every sentient being feels rising within ... and though the answers have been pondered for as long as life exists, the ultimate mystery has not been solved ... yet. He is the "I am" essence who permeates all things, but we can't define Him intellectually to full satisfaction. There are people who find peace and solace in going to church and others who don't. What we all look for is LOVE and if we don't cultivate it in our heart and towards others, we look for it externally and that's the wrong place. Deep within we are all connected to our Divine Source and may like to call it "God". The flow of Love energy is constant, but we ignore it mostly. How sad. The discovery of our own divine core is an overwhelming experience, because in that moment we know who we are and where we come from, even though we lack the words to explain it. Sometimes we are fragile and are lost like a grass blade eradicated and tossed around in a storm, but in the moment we focus on our Divine Source, transforming despair into gratitude for being, we find our way back on track. Breathe deeply and connect and feel IT. Love and hugs. Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The question we, as humans ask ourselves has, in my opinion, kept us from remaining knuckle-dragging Neanderthals. Man has asked the "why are we here" question in so many different ways, and some maintain they have discovered the why. There are diverse religions who have prospered and bled the poor peons for their last centavos for a blessing and a promise. I, too, have searched within my own mind for clues of the where, what, when and how of us. I was raised in the protestant faith and all I remember thinking as I was a young lad listening to the preacher who preached for two months on bad women that he was insane. I'm even watching the three movies called "Left Behind" about the antichrist and the apocalypse. I watched the first one yesterday and will catch the second one today. I've walked the bad streets, unafraid, not because I had God with me, but because I, like that preacher, was insane. But I worked myself out of that environment and the old thoughts returned, (they'd never really left) is there a God? If so why does He allow young, innocent children to suffer and be abused? I've never found an answer to that, and until I find the answer to why St. Jude Hospital has to even be created for the children, for they are innocent and God is supposed to love children, I will have to deny Him. ~ Employ teenagers while they know everything. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I want to adress the poem rather than attempt to answer the question it poses because I was most impressed by the feeling(s) that you expressed in asking the question. Your title is perfect. Your voice resonates a place of common ground.Loved it! Lori |
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