Monday, November 16, 2009

Savage

The indians gathered
ciricle around the fire
dance until hearts are content and feathers are ruffled.

The Great Father can see this
He smiles.

The indians call to the sky
brightly colored face paint to match
the colors of the clouds.

The Great Father can see this
He smiles.

The indians tell stories of how
the Great Father saved them
from generation to generation.

Oh but now, not now.
I am not indian, we are not indian.
There are no more indians.

Perhaps the Great Father closed His eyes
just for one second.

And the indians were gone.

Mostly I just think the Great Father weeps
for the lost children skin and blood red as the sunset sky.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A Couple of things. (not really)

Thing number one. I had a conversation with an atheist recently. He was all pissed off that christians could believe in a God that could allow so much harm to come to the world when He is fully capable of stopping it. The "free-will" argument has been long washed up in the minds of athiests so I put it this way. I had a rough upbringing by many standards. In fact my father-in-law brought it to my attention that we have seen more tragedy in my 24 years that he has seen in his lifetime. That was my life though. Never did I think that the God that I believe in was responsible. In fact I blame it on my own actions and the actions of those around me. This is a common misconception of God by christians and non-christians alike. As if God should be some cosmic superhero saving the world by striking down the bad guys and smiting those of us who stray. In fact it is my own belief that it is irresponsible of christians and even athiests to put the blame on God for our actions and those of others. I've been wrong before.

Thing number two. This one will have to wait. As I sit here trying to think of how to write it out I'm so heated that it might just sound like an anrgy rant. Dang.