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paddy d daly

Rookie (11 7 1961 / balinasloe)

Forgiving God


Day One.
On the first day I forgave God,
I was happy.
Lying in my bed, I said,
Not god forgive me but I
forgive you,
For what you put me through,
And all my people,
past present and future
and for what you might do,
I forgive you....

Day Two.
I think of Jesus,
Prancing around Galilee,
pretending to fight the romans
and pretending not to,
Speaking in parables, which
I call, 'sitting on the fence'
No more god than I am
'Jesus' is what I say
when I see something
I cant believe in, , ,
'JESUS'

Day three.
Never moved, still lying in my bed,
I have a vision, Three stories up
in an attic bed,
Stretched and stiff,
God is Dead.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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Might be depression

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  • Rookie - 223 Points Shania K. Younce (8/26/2014 3:27:00 PM)

    I do not agree with the Good Lord is dead part. However, I really enjoy reading the poem. It has a nice flow. Bien! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,032 Points Noreen Carden (1/15/2014 6:23:00 AM)

    Hello Paddy a very interesting poem really well written a very enjoyable read i hope its not true because we are in real trouble but apart from whether i agree with the views expressed its a wonderful poem so well done to you (Report) Reply

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