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Why doesn’t God give a sign to those who keep asking for a sign in order to believe?


 

Reasons why:

1. He/She/It  Doesn’t exist

2. He/She/It Doesn’t give a damn

3. He/She/It is  not as omniscient as you think,  so  can’t hear you praying cuz He/She/It is busy doing something else in The Universe

4. He/She/It  can’t affect your life even if He/She/It wanted to

5.  He/She/It does give signs but you cant or won’t see them

6. Some nefarious or non-nefarious entity has locked him/her/it  in some strange dimensional prison where He/She/It has no way to affect  the Universe

7. Perhaps giving you no sign at all was part of the plan in the first place.

8. Perhaps He/She/It is dreaming all this up, you, me, the Universe and will wake up, making  us all go poof!

9. Perhaps I am God giving you a sign RIGHT now, telling you to stop looking for outside courage and hope but instead find it in yourself and in others and sincerely strive for change and by just trying it is enough, win or lose,  in the limited life you have left on this blue ball called Earth traveling at over 70,000 miles/hr through space, spinning and spinning…and to  just try to fucking enjoy it the best your can ,  Good or bad.

 

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2019

The Whole – A poem about trying to understand your place in life


The Whole

All of us in this world

are made up of bits and pieces.

The failure of a father, the loving

kiss of a mother, the slap to the face,

the hug when most needed, the stomp

to the head, the shove in the right direction,

the mysteries from out of the elusive aether.

Puzzle pieces from an endless box

are continuously being dumped on to our table top

of life that you must pick up

and put together to form

a solid picture from.

Place your pieces carefully one at a time

into the spaces that fit.

Dwell not on the picture you think you see forming,

for it is an illusion, a trick

most dire to the eye and mind.

Your puzzle is not yet finished,

if it ever can be,

for how are we

to ever know

the whole.

when so many

pieces have

yet to be

placed.

by Philip Wardlow