When I say “God”
When I say “God” i imagine.
The word is replete with meanings, loaded into it
by generation after generation trying to contain the mystery.
I see the word, stuffed into the trunk of the car, as the journey of faith begins.
When did the journey become a guilt trip?
The word itself cries out: it has been kidnapped,
tied and bound and stuffed with the other baggage into the car,
as the journey of faith continues.
“Get the map” Get the map!” I hear from the front seat:
The priests…
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Posted on February 21, 2009 at 1:42am — Comments