Deicide

sorenbarrett

Oh that I was a bird, to fly above the rain

far above the storm or in the eye of a hurricane

or that I were a tree, deeply rooted in the ground

drawing strength from the earth, where endless nutrients abound

 

Lo, but I am a man, set in between

I change what I can, asking God to intervene

I hunt the bird for nourishment and cut wood to warm me

Is not God nothing more, than the bird and the tree?

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2023 15:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    Did the spellchecker come up with 'Decide'?! heehee.
    There's somewhat cryptic, yet true, phrases, about God - All-Knowing, All-Encompassing, etc.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Orchi I appreciate the read. Yes cryptic indeed Orchi.

    • Mason Vollman

      Great Meaning, Thanks For Sharing.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you so much for the read and comment

      • L. B. Mek

        Spinoza would so agree, my wise friend!
        if you're going to afford your chosen deity
        all the praise and blame, then surely
        it behoves you to witness, that deity's
        presence, in all that you see and feel...
        (when the sky is choking
        from all the fumes we send up
        it rains it back down on us
        but those humble trees, getting
        chopped every second
        and forced to inhale humanity's
        toxic legacy, merely - steadfastly
        afford us a constant supply
        of the oxygen, we need to exist..)
        such a great write! thank you

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks so L.B. your comments mean a great deal and serve as inspiration. Thank you so much my friend.



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