plop, plop, fizz, fizz
Truth is like a flower.
It frees us from the fraud.
Why do Christians walk with
integrity that’s flawed?
III
In my garden there is life and death, the laughter of many flowers and the cry of falling petals. A dead tree and a green tree look on each other. It is mid-summer and the shadows are dancing save about the dead tree. The song of waters shall not set it a-dancing, nor the rain bring forth the hidden leaves. Ah, it is so bare, so empty! Who shall nourish it, who shall caress it with life? The far skies look down on the dead and the living. Through the long suffering winter, lies concealed a seed of lovely promise. Cold winds, tearing gales, noisy storms, hold back the loveliness of the seed. Dark days and sunless hours deny the glory of the seed. With the soft breeze from the warm south the hidden seed awakens to life. The song of the birds over the blue skies calls the still seed to life. The scent of warm rain awakens deep memories of the seed to life. Through the burden of heavy earth, life breaks forth and rejoices. It grew by the dusty road-side among the lazy stones. With its single flower, it danced the day long. A boy, on his homeward way, uproots it and throws it away. Creation lies in the path of careless love.
(SCOTUS threw the flower away.)
Satan isn’t real. Jesus died.
“The stations of the cross obscure the lie
using a rib fib to lead folk astray.
There was no fall. The Torah’s elders lied.
The lie fosters integrity’s decay.”
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“When grace illuminates truth that’s flawed
cognitive dissonance is ‘done away with.’”
1st Corinthians 13:10 © Anti Christ translation
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