I know of god in every paradox
Every lie that becomes the truth
Every evil from Pandora’s box
Existing to be good.
I feel god in the frigid air
Of a warm spring’s eve
It’s perfect scent, as I stand there,
Is chilling and killing me.
I see god in my city sprawled
Lain out before my eyes
Above the chaos, above the brawl,
I see no order in its life.
Within the calm I see the storm
Of my ambiguous, faithless thoughts,
In their struggle to be born
I know and see and feel my god.
3 comments:
i read this in your note. i liked it then, i like it now. It's good. Not what i'd expect from a god-oriented post, but quite good. It doesn't matter what i expect, in the end. It matters what you write, which you do quite well.
thank you. really. idk what else to say. i'm flattered beyond... beyond finishing this sentence in a coherent manner
:) i do what i can
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