Sometimes, reality is stronger unbeliable than fiction, sometimes one see things that shouldn't be there.
Why on earth someone would go to all that trouble of making that sign and show it to the whole world???
If someone had shown me the picture I would suspect a hoax, something prearranged, as it is...no hoax, not prearranging, just surprised to see up and be confronted with it.
My heart sank, even when He and me are in not of the better terms, I would never proclaim what He feels; I am sure that one day He will tell me His feelings.
When walking one Sunday morning,
I chanced to look up and I saw
a window that was displaying
anger, despair, terrible words.
It had a sheet of paper proclaiming
that, "GOD HATES YOU"
to be read by all the passing children
on their way to Sunday's church.
Empty words carrying empty insults
will be, with time, forgotten as such,
but that writting hand will never know
the innocence destroyed by its touch.
I walked away nursing my sadness,
hoping to see any redeeming chance, but,
the words on that window were also saying
"I am lost in hell, don't forget that."
Words of defeat. The misery of this world THAT MAN HAS CAUSED UPON HIMSELF he now labels "God Hatred". Pathetically myopic, this childish escape from reality AND RESPONSIBILITY shows a demented view of life and a sick persona needing medical and psychiatric help, his best residence preferably an asylum for those like-minded (or the lack of it).
I think, if this is even about a real sheet of paper with the words, God Hates You. Was supposed to be a metaphor. I know all the stuff about God is love, but in reality think of all the horrible things that are going on in this world right now that are not Godly. I think the paper was just simply saying, "The world is messed up"
Such things I construe as signs deeper than just corporeal wretchedness. Sometimes the negative has the ability to strengthen ones faith instead of shaking it. Such misery seems to be pandemic on this planet now. Potent write!
Sad to think that someone could be so miserable and mislead that they think, write, and dare to publicize such a sign. Truly a write that makes one stop and think about much, the lost soul that wrote it and the mnay that it has affected. Even as a sinner I always had a respect for God, and a bit of fear as well. I just can't imagine why someone would do such a thing...serving the wrong master is the only explantion. Great write...sure puts a thought on one's mind.
Blessings and Merry Christmas,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on December 20, 2006
"Empty words carrying empty insults
will be, with time, forgotten as such,
but that writting hand will never know
the innocence destroyes by its touch.
I walked away nursing my sadness,
hoping to see any redeeming chance, but,
the words on that window were also saying
"I am lost in hell, don't forget that.""
This poem says it all very Powerful! I agree no one has that right and it leaves especially children an impression. He will in the end let us know.
Blessings,
Joselyn
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Cynthia
Wonderful write and display of emotions...great although sad.
Continued love and enlightenment also,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Blessings and Merry Christmas,
Joyce Bowling
will be, with time, forgotten as such,
but that writting hand will never know
the innocence destroyes by its touch.
I walked away nursing my sadness,
hoping to see any redeeming chance, but,
the words on that window were also saying
"I am lost in hell, don't forget that.""
This poem says it all very Powerful! I agree no one has that right and it leaves especially children an impression. He will in the end let us know.
Blessings,
Joselyn