On a sermon and a poem
The pastor mainly read from the New Testament yesterday in his sermon. He quoted St. Paul about there being “an invisible God.” I remember an 80s pop song called “Invisible Touch.”
He then quoted extensively a female Bible character, maybe Mary Magdalene, saying, “This is not me” she cried. “. “This is not real…This is not who I am. Please let me be real.”
In our modern, computerized world these quotes resonate to me. How do we know now what is real for sure?
“Delayed” by yours truly
Delayed response.
At first numb,
But soon pain does come.
For some time lasts
The way life casts.
But we are more than our pasts
Please, it will ease.