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Question and Statement - poem

When did you become so big?

Hurling you at the grain-split fence,
marking you with flame and pocket knife,
inhaling your verse we were absolved and empowered
to mission for ideologies that would affirm our imaginations
willed by you,
ordained by you,
sacrosanct…

We war on still the ghosts of our childhood,
seek them out when we remember us:
small, steadfast, seizing life
that our souls not receive death –
know of it, but not receive it…

We remember us as children of God,
not that our prayers were absolute,
not that our prayers were ingenuous,
they were young prayers said of young lives,
freely given,
freely pronounced
that the condemned hear them,
the damned…

the devil:
we remember us that we believed in you,
not as believing is following
but accepting,
that intimately we would know you to deceive you,
to dig beneath you a place for your time,
that it be spent in reflection,
that it be spent for remorse,
that it be spent well…

but we were taught redemption seeks not
a devil,
that no devil seeks redemption…

We remember us that we may still question this,
we remember us that we may still question the righteous
if we are to question the transgressors of divine law…

can a man of a devil will to a man of God?

I remember us for this truth we sought.
I remember us for this truth I seek.
I remember us as a statement.

Peace and Love always.

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God seems to be..

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Father - Husband - Son - Spirit - Consciousness