It still rings true. You are very special. The rest of the poem was about how much God loves all of us yada yada yada but my angsty secular younger self did not like that and disposed of it with the help of scissors.
Growing up in a very pentecostal upbringing, there was a lot of fear / anxiety / worry about the afterlife. Mom & dad really did their best to make sense of a lot of that, but our church just leaned into the fire & brimstone. Weāve all since come to terms with our beliefs, even though theyāre varied from family member to family member. Recently though, Iāve been looking back to what scared me and finding ways to make āthingsā out of those fears, almost to show power and control over them. Those very thoughts donāt scare me / donāt hold me any longer. So hereās to all the late 90ās / early 00ās fear tactics used in churches with pews where youād be handed a tract about hell to share with your friends.
not religious, but tbh reading the Bible or any religious scripture blows me away with how beautiful and significant everything manages to sound. my family is catholic, and we had to go to prayer for a family member's death today. did I do any of the prayers? no.. do all of them probably think I'm a weird queer emo who is going to hell? yes but some of the verses were unironically so TOUGH. made me feel like i should be sitting by a stained glass windows, writing an epic of love and tribulation with a big feather quill.Ā
he was trying on a pair of tennis shoes.
he had barely tied the laces when he saw me, a bible salesman of 22. i had experience in selling the Good Word
but i hadnāt opened up the book.
he leaned over to my bag
and smiled as he looked. āi said some crazy things, you knowā¦
even though itās still all true.
i wanted conversation,
just to talk,
just to see,
just to be.
i wanted conversation cause i really wanted you.ā taken back, i stumbled.
i had never met this man. but his eyes were deep and kind
like heād known me beforehand. ācould you spot me for a dollar?ā
he said, wiggling his toes.
i pulled out my leather wallet, flipped it open under my nose. the green was crisp and fresh
but i hid it from his view
āi havenāt got one, my dear manā
he looked at it, then me, then YOU. āi know you arenāt lying,
but what you say just isnāt true.
you havenāt got a care, a soul, or a good attitude.
i have need and you have plenty.
but you just wonāt spare a few?
but itās no big problem anyway,
i know your point of view. i lived it and iāve loved it
and iāve lead it straight to you.
but i hope that i can leave it
without leaving you.ā he skipped away with his new find
to an aisle out of view. i set my bible down
because it became too heavy.