Poem 4/7/2010

Your God must be so small having to carry the weight of his children’s hate, why not take responsibility for your own guilt and let him stretch his legs, You keep building walls around heaven thinking that is is us you are keeping out, guess again.. you are just locking yourself in… We are messy and we will keep writing on your walls messages of love and grace.. this place is too fucked up to keep putting up barb wire, wrapped too tight around your neck you only breath messages of hate, take down the walls and set a table of hope… let us sing songs of praise to the God in each other, brother… you see only the reflection of your own disgust directed at a God that is tired of carrying hate… let go, breath, take a seat, and lets watch the sun rise..

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