Spiritual Journeys #2 |
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Apotheosis |
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qwertyportne Junior Member
since 2010-03-04
Posts 19CA |
When I was a boy, god was a bearded old man, an un-come-at-able father keeping a list of naughty and nice. In my prodigal youth, god was a submissive son, who chose obedience over individuation, born again over grown up. When I grew up, god became a long-legged goddess, breathlessly beautiful and mellifluously mine on moon-lit nights. After the war, god was a grim reaper, bleeding my world of art, leaves and common sense. Now, with the years piled up like pages in a book, god is a mother birthing and nursing our times together and apart. Only she knows, when the time comes to say goodbye, what separation we are meant to bear… |
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JenniferMaxwell![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Very original and creative, enjoyed! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: You reminded me of the words of Pope John Paul I, who dared to say God could be seen as a Mother. I agree! I appreciate your words, well done. Love, Margherita |
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