Best Theological Poems
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Amen.
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THEORY
The truth is that we are the people of North America mixed by the blood that existed via the birth of a nation. We have no biblical presence as given. We are Social Theological Studies. No God was there for us. We became a government formed from earth. We are generations discovered. We are the blood matured and mutated from origin, immigration, and enslavement. We state our allegiance and our beliefs to a greater source. We are worshipers of The Unknown God. Although we may use the given epithet by the Hebrews, Jews, and Gentiles - Jehovah God Lord – this, to us, is the unknown God.
Physiology
1. A political-religious focus delivered through a Humanities model.
2. A socio-activist voice that will address the Humanities situation.
3. Social Theological Studies searches for a greater way that captivates the
mind and embellishes the soul.
Methodology
Through empirical research via a mixed method, Social Theological Studies will investigate our biblical presence as the formation of living via structure. Poetry and philosophy ethnography of ideals, beliefs, creeds, a family way (ethnomethodology), etc. will be composed through a multidisciplinary model, which involves and is a Humanities approach.
Philosophical Hypothesis
We did not evolve. We were discovered.
This is a casual model that represents two variables, which are discovery (to the creation of a nation) and evolution (our time of metaphorical evolution).
Holistic Perspective
As stated, we have no Biblical presence given. We are committed to this sense-datum of a nation (United States of America) origin and birth because…
Only through iniquitous content does a wrongful world exist or hold capacity. Thus, this hold true to a governess of a country.
Verisimilitude
The credibility and quality of this project are authentic in research via observation, interviews, case studies, etc. that semblance of truth refers to research findings that are consistent with occurrences in the ‘real world.’
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Written June 25, 2016!
TO ACCLIMATE ACADEMIA - SOCIAL THEOLOGICAL STUDIES
Once God confused the languages, humanity processed out to form religion.
Yet, creation had given us our own separate places
WHEREFORE, the Berlin Wall was placed to confront differences in opinion.
Was one nation negated?
History has shown us that man is his own dilemma, woman is his triumph, and child is his neglect when he is not about the future but only the past.
Do we speak on what’s wrong?
Or, do we stand by until all hope is gone?
Was the walk just a facade?
Did this solve any problems?
As the universe, we diversify.
But in a world that is structure around immigration, informed by origin and enslavement, diversification is divergently challenge through discrimination and hate crimes.
Opposing a wrongful world to define the mundane is when humankind abominates from the atrocities described.
Reforming a rightful mind brings a positivist unity that has never been in our lives.
Unanimity, concordance, and harmony discreet.
Our political leaders are not embracing antiquity...
Instead, they relic the identity.
Will it end?
The revelation that is not shown.
Is this a threat to human life formed?
Inner body is the secret chamber.
In the body will it remain?
To put before requires us to apply one thing to another.
Individuals populate as people.
One person left out can cause a crucifixion where pain is the affliction.
In that suffering is so great, abhorrence is by fate,
Social theologically I write to depart insight from hindsight.
Through not so freely gave because a mind is to decipher to become a sage
Positing my thoughts for others to decrypt is fine and dandy.
Of course, it is.
Gen that consigns philosophers to seek the truth, insofar as the Tarot reader sees from the spread of cards.
As a result, the world has become the universe.
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Written August 01, 2016!
Last Saturday night I dropped by for a few beers at Kelsey's Bar.
Archie Bunker was there, drinkin' beer and chompin' on a nickel seegar,
Expoundin' on religion and his pinko, atheist son-in-law, Meathead!
If you dared to contradict him, he'd tell you right off to drop dead!
"Edith gits her guidance from The Reverend Fletcher but the Bible is my guide!
Now you take Adam and Eve. She took a bite of apple and to God she lied!
So woman brung about the downfall of man and God got purty sore I hear,
And saith, "Clothe thyselfs in fig leaves and git the 'ell outta here!"
"Meathead said Christ was Jewish - musta been on His mother's side!
But what does that atheist know about such things - God he don't abide!
He don't believe Christ is the Son of God but the Bible says it's so!
To prove that, ever'body gits Christmas off to jubilate as we know!"
"God can do anything, buddy! He can turn your jawbone into an ass!
Don't listen to nothin' Meathead says about religion - he's so full of gas!
I say God created the world in seven days - Edith said it was six days,
'Cause He rested on the seventh - maybe so - He works in mysterious ways!"
"God don't make no mistakes - that's how He got to be ruler of the universe!
So don't go blamin' Him for your troubles - without Him things could be worse!"
My head was spinning when I left Kelsey's Bar and it wasn't because of the beer!
'Twas Archie Bunker's curious doctrinal insights that brought it on, I fear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Every thirty seconds on the news I see a new story about a murderer, a burglar, a child
molester.
It has been said that we cannot know the face of God/ess,
But using scientific methodology, I would
venture that this burning bush that we call earth was set ablaze by an omnipotent child with
a magnifying glass, laughing at the blackend husks of ants and dinosaurs, neanderthals and
Newtons.
It would be a foolish theory if you could prove to me that violence isn't cyclical, a cascading
and tumescent force which only gains strength as it moves along.
Touching God with my soul
Forgiveness console
New life with his Son
Jesus he’s the one
In my heart He guides me now
Following Him, I did vow
Prayer for guidance I did seek
Help those who are weak
Holy Spirit fill my being
Discernment and gifts, all seeing
On the ground doing His will
Love to give in over spill
Love one another is the goal
Holy Spirit within helps this role
Praise and thanks to the Host
To the Father Son and Holy Ghost
"Reification" has it that biologically-intrinsic "Morality" understood as a-priori to Perception makes "Religion" a "Collective" or "Shared" Psychological experience.
CHAT GPT says:
Put it this way: ~ God = the unpatterned, unnameable origin of all value = Dynamic Quality = the ineffable source that both creates and escapes form. ~ Science then wouldn't "believe in God" the way theology does—but it could include God, as the unknowable wellspring that gives rise to all knowables. That’s not dogma—it’s metaphysics
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Between two mirrors - Between two imaginations' what Can't be reflected, but the only things we know to be real is thoes mirrors and observers.
'God creates man' out of river-clay-mud and the east-wind & 'Man creates God' out of stomach-pangs and the stars.
It's no surprise then, that we build huts-of-clay like our Father and wander about the Earth like our Feather-Proud Mother but our God Of The Other Time and The Other Place and The Material Of The Immaterial . . .
"A Living God" as the last significant iteration but that too fails the test of: "Truth As Origin" except in "Trust": The wellspring of symbiosis ~ the progenitor of All Evolutionary Forms.
that's a God I understand and; "Have a little faith in me" takes on new meaning!
I asked our local Unitarian-Universalist minister
if she could see God
as Original Creative Source of Earth (OCSE).
Eventually,
after a rather long pause,
peaceful, not anxiety producing,
she said Yes.
I asked the Shiloh Baptist Bishop
if he could know God
as Abba,
as did Jesus of Nazareth.
He thought about this,
a rather odd yet warm paternal question,
perhaps a trick?
a test?
But, eventually, trusted us enough
to add his Yes.
I asked the All Souls U-U minister,
Would she be willing to imagine,
to heuristically assume,
for the next hour,
that what she feels inside
and believes outside,
what she hopes and faiths,
compassions as dynamic OCSE
might be, or at least slowly become,
synonymous with the more patriarchal sounding Abba,
perhaps yangish Abba
to her OCSE yintegral felt intelligence.
She found this a lot to take in
hold
juggle
and yet listen and speak with integrity
all in this unsafe time of confrontation.
But, Why not?
she asked, rhetorically,
I assumed.
Then I asked the Shiloh Baptist Bishop
the same question,
in reverse,
with Abba still as yang
and OCSE as yin
This felt appropriate,
and not really unorthodox
and therefore theologically safe,
to AfricanAmerican him,
so he said Yes, of course,
history supports an AfroCentric
Original Creative Source
for all human natures.
From there
They seemed to enjoy co-discovering
ecological analogies
for theological regeneration
and degeneration
And theological metaphors
for ecological healing
and wounding fracture.
With nothing much more for me to do
as multicultural mediator of eco/theo-logical peace
restoring win/win polyphonic justice,
I began outlining
how we might join our choirs
in con-celebration,
singing gospel anthems
while engaging our combined sacred Body
in tai-chi creative stretches
into and back out of
fluid mindbody positions,
Heuristically inviting
and grace-fully given.
When freedom becomes a hopeless dream
When the search for clear skies gets us lost at sea
Do we fight our last bit of sanity
Or box it away with lock and key
What becomes of person buried in sand
Choking on the risk of calling for a helpful hand
A voice going extinct, drowned out by the lack of help
Devastated by those who see, but willingly go blind
To those of a different kind
Many questions forged by a history so stagnant
The answer of change not yet answered
Humans were made to evolve
Yet biology couldn't even help the mindset of some
For centuries years long
Many have kept their racist ideologies afloat
What will it take for a world to listen
For it to see a new world vision
Where ignorance becomes a villain
Where the colour of ones skin doesn't make them a victim
Hope drains the oppressed
Leaving us bleeding negativity
Or maybe it's just acceptance of a realistic reality
It's hard to believe in the light
When you're born into darkness
For a world claiming to be 'progressive'
It sure does hate blackness
Deny, deny, deny
But evidence doesn't lie
The proof they seek
Resides in our blood
The clotting is the proof of generational trauma
Acceptance equals survival
Survival equals safety
Comfort equals invisibility
And invisibility is vital
For us to live a somewhat peaceful life
'Somewhat' because they even kill us in silence
They even kill us despite our compliance
When they see us we are greeted with violence
There is a method to the existence of being black
A formula so we don't go extinct
An unwritten rule of safety
A scientific mathematical equation to stay alive
One we shouldn't have to know
One we shouldn't have to know and follow
The rules of surviving being black
The fact that we don't even get a say on that
They were just handed to us never looking back
Never asking how we felt about that
Being given a rulebook
Thinking it was for all children
But realising the non black kids had none
They didn't have to learn how to 'be' when they were young
And once you as a black person has realised this
It's to late, for a wound would forever exist
Your innocence stolen from a world full of racists
All because of our skin
From birth to death
We are seen as a sin
Their ignorance asks for an exorcist
They think it will help to remove our blackness
To send it to hells fiery pits
So they can cremate and turn them into ashes
Because to them we are worse than evil
Which is ironic since they are our killers
But they are the real devil's
Even lucifer is not as sadistic as them
For us hell would be heaven to us
For we already have had a taste of it
When living on earth is punishment enough
When it already feels like an eternity of torment