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a love above all other loves
a hatred without reason
a container for anything
under a white steeple
.
god was just a barren idea
god was something they told us to believe in
a structure to follow
a home to call ours
.
a plane crashed in the city
a girl lost her footing
a nonbelieverās proclamation
over the stormās scattered wreckage
.
god is a feeling thing
god is within us
.
a humming of presence
a fingertip out of reach
ā¦ā¦
Inspired by "Home" ā Zbigniew Herbert
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Comments (3)
I think god would be pleased with this sensibility. We who are religious tend to think that god must be honored, revered, placed on a pedestal to be feared & worshiped, when all god truly wants is to be present with us. As an ordained minister, I find your use of the lower case "g" extremely meaningful, downright incarnational.
It's just beautiful! I loved it!
"A humming of presence". That was my favourite line. Loved your poem. Hope you're doing well š„°š„°š„°