Buy God
They had
Catalogued
Immeasurable weighs
Too knot believe
Wholly haunted
Bye sum divine coupling
Or just won more
Each picking
Their favorite knows
Inexplicably
Their own
If only
They had
A greed
Too sell nothing
This poem is an ode to the infinite reasons to knot believe in God, the most preeminent being sold a build of goods buy brand name religion. The holy inconvenient truth is that the incarnation of God’s spirit into awe that matters can only be brought about by giving it away through our generous and grace filled actions. Trying to sell others on our own particular understanding of God is inescapably tainted by picking our favorite knows, and others rightfully peer upon us as bogeymen. In the end, just words are of limited help, even a misnomer. Talk is cheep. And a religion of talk, talk, talk is for the birds. Many observers of religion can’t help but focus on the do, do and what is still, lacking. My we find a greed too sell nothing and in this find God given away.
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