Crab Apples

P1010627.JPGI thought that God was crying when it rained.

I stood by a window – at 3 years old – and cried with him.

To me, God wasn’t a man in the sky. He was an unpredictable and powerful presence void of empathy.

I saw people beg him for things, so I did too. My instant gratification was never fulfilled.

There was never an omnipotent presence, watching my every move. Just as I don’t think there is now – for anybody. Coincidence, happenstance, the natural ebb and flow of human nature, sure. But, God? No.

I think feeble minds conjure fables and have a need to pass them off as ‘divine’.

Sheep that need a shepherd.


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