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Post by scriptamanent on Sept 11, 2008 14:34:44 GMT -5
You know, If God decided to Abandon everything And disappear In a virgin forest, No longer invisible Or invincible, He would become a Centaur, Half man, half horse Without the burden Of being Man’s Creator, Or an unsuccessful savior, Not lost, but wandering, Sifting his clean-handed And other choices, Scarcely audible, Hardly traceable, Every so often discernible, A perfect challenge For any Amazon, And throughout the years In search of His.
2005
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Oct 12, 2008 10:30:32 GMT -5
I find this poem excellent. I know it is no meant to be, but find it to be a robust agnostic expression.
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Post by scriptamanent on Oct 12, 2008 19:25:22 GMT -5
Thank you very much Dunstan, I was going through an agnostic phase when I wrote it.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Oct 13, 2008 10:08:06 GMT -5
I have gone through such a phase, from which, I must admit, I have not exited God is Love is perhaps the most wonderful state of agnostic thought...happy writing
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Post by scriptamanent on Oct 13, 2008 15:23:46 GMT -5
thanks Dunstan, but i think it is over, the phase that is. however, omen accipio.
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