#religiouspoems

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Sunday Thoughts

Each sunday leaving church I smell death, stinks, roadkill, i think Poor squirrel, I think, or bird, maybe But this morning a different thought adorned me And as I inhaled the lifeless odour I imagined a piece of my body die And the rebirth of a piece of my soul I imagined a sort of philosophical resurrection A gradual sanctification of my spirit I daydreamed a bit, of each time I worship Leaving church with my soul a little cleaner A little lighter, a little more transparent Always fulfilling another half, never reaching one hundred percent Because I am not perfect, I am not worthy And I will never be completely pure I can only hope one day to be pure enough To dwell with You in eternity.

05|10|14

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Godness

God is good.

Meaning God. Is. Good. Meaning not only His actions we’ve worshiped for centuries; Meaning God is the Goodness within an accepting soul. Meaning God is that pure white voice of reason that gnaws at the back of mind And that thing you call a conscience is nothing in comparison.

There’s Evil, and there’s God. There’s that force that literally repels you from a potentially spiritually catastrophic action, That hugs you tightly when your anger craves sadistic satisfaction, That reacts to your impulsive reactions, That heals your wrath in rations, That reminds you of that passion.. That passion- That Godness you let inside you That conquers evil every time. Having God inside you is a heightened form of goodness, A form that always wins.

For godness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in His house

Forever.

24|06|13

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But Faith

Running. Not sure from fear of the truth of sins I deemed fair Or from fairer affection of levels below my self-worth. I’d be hurt, If after all the essential liquids I shed out, bled out, And re-rose from the dead for you, You ran; Increasing our bodies’ distance, Instead of embracing my holy existence. I heard you beckoning, Hollering my name as if I’d tried to get away from you at all, As If I’d been ignoring your call, As if I’d ever leave you all alone. Your dwindling faith fooling you deaf So you can’t hear me answer, fruitless breath. Open your eyes child, I never went anywhere! I’ve been here; Your prayers, Beethoven to my ears. Did you not comprehend? I will never leave thee, Nor will I judge you for whatever reason you up an left me. But I’ll never stop, with my tiny booming voice, Tryna pierce through the black fog surrounding your ignorance, Until the day you exit that trance, mind untied, Changing the direction of your stride; Run to ME.

07|04|13