Finding God Poem by Gert Strydom
Finding God
In different places
in the city the Holy Ghost
is being sold and people clap hands
and some are pushed
down on the ground and sing songs
over and over again
and others sell Him
with great respect and all with sincerity.
Somehow I just want to be
in a field, at a open space,
or on a hill,
or next to the ocean
and experience the presence
of the Lord.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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4/26/2024 9:25:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes I agree that people try to sell God all the time, and that the presence of the Lord is more likely to be found in a quiet place. Most people have a false understanding of God; it's not the same God at all. I don't under stand though, how can 'others sell Him with great respect and all with sincerity'? Isn't it more like 'others sell Him with great trickery and all with slyness'? -Cheng Zheng