They asked their God:

“Why is there poverty, famine and injustice in the world?

Then pleaded…”Please, God, what are you going to do?”


“For as long as I can remember”, their God answered,


“Those are the same questions I’ve been asking you.”

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And, yes, your hands are cold


Walking past I don't judge so well,

A lonely female, standing for a no-show friend,

But I see more clearly,

The 'Big Issue' your arms are gripping

As I'm rebounding along,


For my failure to recognise, I am compulsed to heed

And stride toward,

the erstwhile Jesus

waiting in the vision's edge.


- Did you need anything to eat?

- No.

- No, off course not.- No hand is free to hold,

And I see lined eyes

knowing brighter foreign skies,

But the palm empty pushes forth,

backed by devine grace, needs proper filling, 

Not worthless coinage that weighs the crate

And commit to my noted change.


You thank me with God on your lips, over and over,

For a kindness I feel I don't deserve or can own,

Your tiny face harboured under layers of clothes,

Our fingers, our times entwine,

Even though I prepared for what was to be,

I am shocked.

And, yes, your hands are cold.

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He was brought up to believe in God

That God was in his church…all knowing and loving and fun!

Until he and his classmates were beaten in the name of God by the priests and all the nuns.


He was confused at what he was experiencing…He was no longer enamored or awed

In fact it was while the nuns were beating him that he lost his faith in God.

What happened to him when he was young came as a shock…a huge surprise.

so he began to look at the world with more discerning eyes.


He noticed so much suffering and tragedy.  He noticed discrimination, hate and poverty

He noticed people senselessly hurting one another.  He noticed wars and animosity.


And he thought to himself…what he was taught in his church was nothing but a fraud…

A world so full of malevolence is proof there is no God!


But at the same time he noticed compassion and tenderness, acceptance and charity.

People coming to the aid of one another. He noticed kindness and humanity.


And it made him reassess his belief.  Perhaps his thinking had been flawed.

Perhaps his vision was too narrow when he was looking for his God.


And it was here he stopped his search for God.  All those years he had misunderstood…

It wasn’t God he should be looking for…so he started looking for good.


As he found good in many men and women…he began to see the light

He found good in gays and lesbians…in people black, red, yellow and white.


He found good did not need religion…it had no boundaries, no borders…no cares

And when he took the time to look…he found it everywhere.


Oh, he still noticed evil but the more he looked the more he learned

And the more good he discovered in the world…the more his faith and hope returned.


Hope that people will look inside themselves…find their goodness and be awed


and realize once they’ve found their goodness…they have discovered God.

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My Redeemer

God you've given so much, but I was the one who nailed you onto that cross 

God you've taken so much pain, but I was the one who deserved it 

I was tempted and failed, but you were tempted and endured it 

My peace is from the King of kings, the Lord of Lords 

And my blessings come from the almighty one who gives 


But I nailed you to that cross, I nailed you to that stick 

I was the one who rolled the stone, I moved that boulder 

I ran from you, because I am the monster that killed you 


So, nail me down, tear me down, rip me apart and burn me 

Because I killed you, I deserve to be killed by you 


But that is not how my story ends, he should have ended it  

But ended up making that my beginning. Now I carry that cross 

I carry on without curses and using Christ as my crutch 

Because he is my red coated redeemer 

That rescued me with his blood. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Little more inspiration from a while ago

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Inculcating under Your breath

365 challenge


Its His beginning,

Strengthening green in jumping winds,

Once more, reminding.


A blossom-mous May,

Sings afore the summer heat,

In rainbow timbres.


Fall-ing in the end,

Lips winter, in-drawing again,

To learn, to know, Him.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Back at it with the 365 Inculcating

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All and nothing


Like leaves, wavering in a pattern


 its darkening disaster of lies,

Stultifyingly whimsical,

  blue berry bright,

Truth is solid sure,

  detained in a shifting drape

 entrapment neither blue nor black,

Lured to the penumbra,

   cooling fools consciously sneer,

 at the camouflaged truth,

Never rare and simply pure.

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Reality Sets In

In your world of insanity

you think you have tripped

over a pebble

To look down

and see

That your feet

were not even touching

the ground

When you realize

you have fallen

from the ladder.


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a sound
along a key
from a string
of a trumpet
echoing laughter
of the voices
a song sung
by the third row
horn section
clapping words
as the notes

go dancing on by.

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I Don't Know How It Goes

I Don't Know How It Goes



What do I write about?
The story of my life!
I don't know how it goes, do you?
It's a matter of question to you and me to ponder on.
This side of eternity once given is true........or false in ones perception of it all.
Do you remember or is it I've forgotten in all this distraction freely given, to what ends I do not know.
Make believe is what it is I think. It's here in one moment and gone in the next.
How could it be anything other than
Games, we all play them, in hopes to gain some more of it.
Of, 'it'!, whats 'it'?
Life I said. Don't you remember?
or have you forgotten what it is, what it's all about.
I'll tell you what, lets make believe that I am you, and you are me.
Okay now, tell me about your life.
I don't know how it goes, I've forgotten you.
             Copyright 2018 by RW Erskine