This was written after watching the news reports from Charleston, South Carolina. Each time such incidents occur I feel a cold shudder pierce the core of my being, an empty ache surround me.
Whose “image and likeness” I ache as my spirit recoils, denies the truth of what we have become. …in his image and likeness.. surely there could not be a “god” so disfigured, so ugly as to hate its offspring, send assassins into our midst, fill our “prayers” with doubt and distress sicken our spirits with the apathy of acquiescence, abandon us to our acceptance of evil. I grieve all death as it depletes the fullness of our entwined spirits drains the sap from our tree of life denies a never formed branch existence depletes the chorus of its fullness. I weep in sorrow for the body of man bleeding slowly from self inflicted wounds blinded by the horror that it sees unable to fulfill life’s simplest need consumed with petty enmity and hate children the sacrificial lambs of fate. I am angry with this “disfiguring” god enraged that he would tar us with this brush paint caricatures of our souls default dominion - this worlds debauchery. I am appalled that men can do to men such that the soul would favor hell over living in the squalor of despair seeking mercy from a god who’s disappeared. John G. Lawless 6/19/2015
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