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Terrible Horrifying Merciless God
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This poem is based upon a rather interesting meditation I had as I was working the other day. My boss is a rather harsh Christian, in that he tends to look more on the punishing aspects of God and on the sort of salvation by works way than on the faith and works salvation of many Christians. He has a rather thick Dutch accent, reminding me a lot of my older relatives who used to tell me of God. Usually their claims about Him were not very good, and I was left almost hating Him. He was painted as a vengeful being in the sky, just another disciplinarian like my relatives, quick to anger at his children, wanting to stir fear and terror in their hearts as a means of disciplining them. My anger at this often hypocritical view of God is what prompted both my meditation and my writing of this poem. Thou shalt not spare the rod spoil the child We thank thee for thy word Bless the reading of thy word to our souls A cold voice, thick accent Reads the words utters the prayer By rote as if it were a computer Taking its next instruction, Executing the program, Saying the words. Commit then to the flames any work which doth not speak directly unto the glory of God the Father, and His Holy Word, as revealed in the king's Holy English of 1611. I was a child once The thick voice spoke down to me Shivering my bones Issuing forth blackened fear, Consuming my blood. He told me of God Thus spake the Lord God to me And I shivered And I drifted from the Truth Unto human fear. And then I saw him whipped and beaten, thick cold voices speaking down upon his frail body. Thou shalt not spare the rod I hate thee and spare no strength in scourging thee I saw the waves of anger all about Coursing through the putrid sea of thought But on those angry waters stood a man, A phantom being here to rescue me Pleading that I should fix my gaze upon His whitened, pure, and resurected form. "I love you too much to do as those men say." And the anger and the fear became a sadness, And the waves became a placid ocean of tears. The angered face and the thick accent were lost. God spoke to me in a calm thunder and all was silent. 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 --Smit My Creations |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Like refining silver. -GIS No turning back, this time, no walking away -Kutless |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
i found this most interesting i am not sure if I sould curse God or lean on him arthur |
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Soulfisher Member
since 2005-01-07
Posts 226where ever the fly fishing is good |
LOOKS LIKE IN YOUR MEDITATION YOU FOUND A LIGHT SHEDDING TRUTH THAT SOME NEVER THINK TO SEEK |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Dear Freind, I was so afraid to open this poem, not knowing what I was going to find. I was a lucky child who only heard about a loving God from my own loving parents. I have never been able to bear hearing his name taken in vain. I understand your poem however and see how frightening God could be when presented in such a stern and unloving way. I am glad you have learned to find his greatness in your own way. Your poem was well done and touching. Love, Joyce |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
Sad to have such a harsh presentation of the loving Father- that I think so many have experienced. Thanks for sharing this. |
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