There is no god
he’s been dying weeks,
put away in some big institution.
GOD.
He’s a fighter.
He looks it. Strong, quiet
face; a fierce, intent expression.
What a fight He is making against overwhelming odds.
He is a flame,
a torch in the wilderness.
He is freedom.
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Author:
Mildred Achoch (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After creating this, I was reminded of a scene from one of my all time favourite musicals http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG1JWJFGfOU I love God but absolutely abhor religion (man-made rules and traditions). Maybe that’s why every time I read this poem, I get emotional! This is one of the 30 found poems I created, on April 25th, 2013 during the Found Poetry Review's "Pulitzer Remix" month-long event. I used words and phrases from the Pulitzer winning novel "His Family". I'm glad I'm part of HIS family :-)
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This could be one of the better poems that I have read in a while.
Persistence is key
Thank you so much for your comment!
That's the problem - or a lot of the problem I think. Confusing Christianity/spirituality with religion. Confusing, as 'religion' is defined as 'a belief in something or someone'.
Don't get me started on Roman Catholicism....! A few places I wonder: Has God gone to sleep? Does he think 'Oh, not you lot again; I'm going back to bed'?!
Yes there's so much confusion! But thank God He is so patient with us lot 🙂
I have issues with religious nowadays Mildred, I believe in my god but not the way that organised religions seem to want us to see god.
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