#or crossing your fingers and skipping cracks ignoring black cats and throwing salt over your shoulder
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What makes people turn to god
What divine intervention can he impart that no one else can
What drives someone to ask for it when they've never done so before
If it's out of our hands isn't the saying just "let the chips fall where they may"
The prophetic bones and their cracks, isn't that a matter of chance
Why do they give this life to the hands of the messiah singing "take the wheel"
Who is Jesus, god, Mary Joseph those kings
Adam madam madman Eve
Theresa mandala Mandela Steve
Why were they right but the apple wrong
Why do people seek Jesus
Why is the church something you find
Why do I sit here with my hands clasped in almost prayer
Can anyone out there read my mind
These thoughts are scattered and here they flow
But god will understand me even if I don't rhyme right?
God must love all people that's what those good Christians say
But why are the good people the only ones who write our history and the bad people written off
I feel forgotten
If we fall does he still see us
What about Norse or Greek or Judaism
Or Muslim, Egyptian, African
Latin American, Pacific islander, indigenous peoples stories
Chinese Japanese Korean or Russian
Don't we all have good food?
A good take on carbs and protein, veggies and fruit
Desserts to chase them all and you got me sold
Can't we all learn recipes from one another?
Or that other R word
Why can't religion unite us
Why divide
Aren't these stories, these beliefs, they hymns the passages
The strength in our character developed by repetition
The way these beliefs shape how we live
Can't we see?
Can't you
But today I ask for me
When someone is staring at all possible solutions
And has explored everything imagineable
Tangible real finite
Science and math and human
Literature and philosophy and art and tech
At what point do they turn to the divine
At what point are they all that's left
And why does rock bottom always feel like this, where we find ourselves looking nowhere but up
#found myself cradling my foot like a mother hen#speaking to my broken bones and enflamed foot like a mother sedating a child#telling my foot to calm down its crying because well#this is only the beginning#and i found myself almost praying#in a hunched over position with my hands clasped together and pointed over my foot#almost praying that the pain would lessen#is this why people turn to religion#because if theres nothing left here on earth horatio to explain away the gay#or explain away the pain#are the almighty all thats left#where else is thereto turn to#if weve pushed all other loved ones away#or lie awake at night and hope for a better tomorrow#are we not just giving our hopes to some unexplainable force#does religion not explain those moments#is religion not just human science for the unexplained#what else could faith mean#or hope#or crossing your fingers and skipping cracks ignoring black cats and throwing salt over your shoulder#knocking on wood and singing in the shower matching your breathing to the music and slowing your heart rate so you are more clearheaded#don't we find solace in answer? who knows more than god? does that imply only the blindest faith for such an entity#what else is left beyond such a thing#stories are stories and words are words#kids still sing nursery rhymes when they grow old and then sing those for the next set of kids#circle of life history repeats humanity has been built with these preexisting spaces so what will this mean for earths future#this species future#the future of our galaxy#or are we just apinning around in one of gods marbles on a larger scale board game#my writing
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