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2 poems about parochial gods
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Anvil-Thinking
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Sheesh, I wake up with more
Headaches
Under the metal
Of the skin
Someone has been hitting with
A hammer while I slept
Or gave a go
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To anyone who suffers
With these things,
I’m sorry;
For those of you around them,
Take a moment to consider
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I don’t know if it’s pollution
Of some kind
Or the tyranny of thought
That keeps us from free thinking
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Well, more power
To you from the utility
Of time and grace
And maybe a surprise, that if
We try everything we know
(keep it safe, please—no
candles in the ear)
Then both of us will have
A better morning,
Thanks to
Maybe all our household gods
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Leave an offering
Of grain upon the hearth
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Photo by Bruce Kee on Unsplash
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No Contest
(1 Kings 18:20-40)*
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Are there false gods
Or gods who are false?
Are there true gods
Who like to lie
And treat penitents with
Indiscretion?
Does Ba’al not exist
Or did it not give its profits
What they wanted?
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Maybe it cows before
The God of Israel
Who holds the truth
That displays
Are for the chumps
While true belief
Has no need
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And so Elijah won
The contest because to him
It was no deal:
Light a fire on wet wood?
Not only is it nothing
It proves nothing
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Belief is a fire
Somewhere else,
And faith lives out a lifestyle of
Easy miracles
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*verse 40 is especially brutal
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Photo by sarina gr on Unsplash
Campfire at night!
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