poetry about spirituality
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I used to have a dream where I had won first prize in a church raffle: lunch with God where, over, thin-crust pizza, I could ask him three questions. I always lead with an inquiry about why he made humans “The hyenas” sayeth God, as the waitress pours more wine, “said I didn’t a sense Read more
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Some think we’re simply running away not believing that what we are running to is something, someplace that needs us just as much as we need it Just the act of running moves you away from something, towards something else life is running; not living is sitting still We are running away; running away from Read more
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first light of day bright silence rules sun, fresh coffee illuminate fleeting, holy solemnity First steaming mug is communion, a shared indulgence professing to dog; Rat-terrier, canine father-confessor What can I say? We’re Protestants Read more
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The faith of middle age bears little resemblance to the spirituality of youth what passed for insight at twenty was a liturgical hedonism of belief The faith of my middle years is more tangible, palpable, believable, less explainable but far more credible to anyone bothering to pay attention. Read more
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I am a spiritual man I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places, peoples, cultures old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the/a hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, asked Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 