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WE DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS FOR GOD

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We don’t have the right words for God
Since we no longer believe in a “God” who’s given up on being God –
We need the right words so that everyone can start believing again –
We’ll also need a few bright new metaphors for “love”
As well as an entirely fresh vocabulary for “God’s Kingdom on Earth.”

The problem with words is that they eventually become “stale”
Expressing past understandings of things
That are now no longer understandable. 

Who can believe in a “God” who’s mostly a cliché –
And who many fail to take seriously anymore?

Let’s throw over the old words
And start over
In order to fall in love with God again –
Preferably speechlessly.

Let the words for “love of God”
Be expressed primarily by sparkling eyes
As if falling in love for the first time!

POETS ARE BAKERS (for National Poetry Month)

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Poets are bakers
Kneading wonder words into the food we need.

Sometimes, though, poets can start believing they’re even more ancient than the gods
And attempt to create greater worlds than those gods were ever able to achieve.

Poets’ most critical work, however, is discerning fresh uncharted paths
That they can barely see –
And have rarely had the opportunity to walk on themselves.

Poets also are carpenters
Building worlds not yet in focus – much less existence –
With unsettled words
Plucked out of the sweet invincible air.

Poets use words like nature uses colors –
And diligently work to design magic glasses
Through which “reality” may be seen.

Poets – humanity’s last surviving “world-makers.”

CROWS

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Even with all the love freely available to us,
The world‘s just getting too technically complicated –

And, since that’s the case,
What heroine will finally be able to cut through

This great Gordian cybertronic knot?

We’ve been marching along, carrying papier-mâché gods out in front of us –
In a dream-time parade.

It’s snowing –
While, at the same time, it’s been quickly melting.

Our words for meaning,
Unfortunately, have lost all their original meanings.

A fluttering of wings
Suddenly surrounds us –

It’s the crows – who’ve been waiting –
Their calls so loud
We can’t think.