I don’t believe in you, don’t freak out,
god(s), or demi-gods, or goddess,
lol, you’re just words to me, like
psy
cho
lo
gy, (read it, it’s in a book)
of wanting things I can’t have,
help when I need it
a step up, a step down
a shout out, a call down,
but I’m too smart for you
I’ve
got
all
I
need
in
me, don’t fool yourself
that I’m praying when I’m posing
and rit-
ual-
izing,
or I’m a believer for my
ear-
ring
when you’re just wishful
thinking
and for all my talk, you say
NOTHING, you’re
just a dream of weak-
lings, or weak
links
in the chain
of evol-
ution, and you’re never
be-
coming
a chain around my neck,
so don’t look for me in lost
and
FOUND
when I’m TAKEN,
mother nature’s bag of chemicals
and lucky enough to know
right
from
wrong
cause it’s built into my neurons –
like the man says—
oh yeah, social constructs –
like, what’s a woman anyway—
whatever I say, hey,
take that, you, whoever you think you are,
get with the education,
you product
of the
primitive
mind,
medulla oblongata,
that’s French for “Get lost!”
because I’ve stopped looking for you
and I’m so evolved that . . .
well, just look at me!
Aristotle, eat your heart out, man.
Ecclesiastes 12: 6-7
Remember him—before the silver cord is severed, and the golden bowl is broken; before the pitcher is shattered at the spring, and the wheel broken at the well, and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Photo prompt for Sadje's What Do You See #160
Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
A wonderful example of human hubris. Might he come to ask how he became ‘hardwired’ to know “good” from “evil” or why he felt self-sufficient with the gift of a questioning mind? There’s hope for this guy. He’ll figure it out. 😉
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There’s none so blind as he who will not see. He will figure it out, sooner or later. And as long as he keeps “praying,” yes, there’s always hope. 🙂
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Sounds like teenage me. I declared one Sunday that I didn’t believe in God, which had more to do with resenting being forced to attend what was to me a stultifyingly dull church service, than with any real thought about faith. After all, Mommie Dearest was the one who was into it, and it didn’t seem to dull her fangs at all. It seemed more to me like a portrayal of being upstanding and a seeing and being seen by others portraying and signifying the same thing than anything actual. It wasn’t that long a time after that when I found myself out for a night-time walk and found myself standing in the middle of my old school playground looking up at the night sky. All of a sudden I felt something I had never felt before, like a warm clean-ness coursing all through me, something personal, something loving that said I had value. I found my church on a softball field at night, with nobody watching or preaching.
Shay
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It’s so often like that, isn’t it? The God who is Love comes seeking you and you’re in a place or a space in your heart when you’re open to Him, as if you’ve always been waiting and He’s always been there, this Someone who know you through and through and loves you deeply. My church life growing up sounds very similar to yours and it didn’t take any effort at all for some very accomplished profs at college to suck me into their atheistic mindset, angst and all. You’ve made me want to share “my road to Damascus” experience even more in a post one day given how much your account has moved me in gratitude to Him, that you, my friend, are also safely gathered close in His arms of love. I know that all would be meaningless and futile, utter “vanity of vanities” without His saving grace in my life.
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“Remember him-” Amen.
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… and Amen. 🙏 There is so much wisdom (and poetry) in God’s word, a most beautiful “lamp unto our feet.”
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It is hard and difficult on these people.
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Yes it is. I imagine if we said we were praying for them it would make them angrier still.
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The ending made me chuckle! I think he’s not searching and won’t find any truth until he gets knocked down a bit. It is so much about the heart and not the jewelry, or the facade. Enjoyed this sketch, Dora! 👍
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Thank you Tricia. It is about the heart, and hearts softened by life’s hard knocks tend to humility. Too much pride at this point in this guy.
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Yes!
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Whoa, Dora! I love your take. ❤️
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There’s hope when there’s even a semblance of prayer. ❤️
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Man is pretty arrogant often. But as God says, we can turn to Him when we are in need. Thanks Dora for joining in.
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We were born with chips on our shoulders! Always a pleasure when I have a chance to do one of your photo prompts, Sadje.
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Thank you Dora.
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He may stop looking for now, but something inside will keep niggling him until he starts questioning his doubts.
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So true. Therein lies his salvation.
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People pray like that…and this reminds me of my written prayers before I came to Christ when I was skeptical…
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There’s a period I went through that too, to my shame, “I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see” by the amazing grace of God.
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Amen to His amazing Grace!
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There is always hope lovely words❤️
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Yes indeed. Thanks Angela. ❤️
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