we cobble
faith
together
from the odd street-Christian tract
comic books
snatches of poems
random lines from TV
slip it into our thin wallets
as if
it could feed us
and starve while we imagine ourselves
well-fed
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November 28th, 2009 at 11:40 pm
I read several of yours tonight and this is my favorite. I’m thinking of a line something about “you can’t buy a pound of faith and take it home in a paper sack.” I don’t know if I heard that in church, but it makes sense. That’s what I thought of when I read your poem: faith is a gift.
November 29th, 2009 at 9:44 am
Thanks.
I’m always intrigued by how people cobble their comfort together these days…and by how little actual comfort some of them find in it.
November 14th, 2009 at 9:55 pm
I think you are right. Most folks are starving.
Something for your wallet : )
one definition of religion:
Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble ,and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.
James 1:27 NKJV
November 14th, 2009 at 9:58 pm
Thanks for this.