Based on a true feeling.
All in Poems
I stared a moment or two wondering if the guy at church was a visitor, and then I realized it didn’t matter.
I was struck by the human instinct to always insert drama into the divine, but I think that’s because we’re more interested in drama than knowledge.
This poems is a response to me wife who responded to me responding to someone else who was speaking at church.
Based on a true story of leaving Sunday school to go watch a choir practice in the next room.
I think the religious have always had a fraught relationship with suffering, mostly because it’s inevitable but always feels unfair.
Something about her performance reminded me of the religious shrieker married to the father in The Brothers Karamazov.
Every day above ground is a great day for being with people you love.
I couldn’t figure out why I was so sad sitting in Sunday School. I can wait in a DMV without wanting to cry, so why the emotion?
As I sat there listening to person after person testify, the concept of divine love was starting to feel a little squishy. But, who knows, maybe it is squishy?