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by saw » February 14th, 2018, 9:40 am
my blaspheme started at age 8
St. Dominics in Hamilton
Hamilton was a real shopping district
before the shopping center or God forbid
The Mall....I was being indoctrinated
into this strange world that defied logic
my faith wasn't formed yet, nor as it turned out
would it ever be....I was easy to get along with,
willing and able to learn all there could be taught
A master I'd say of my ABC.s but some of these ideas
put forth, I found troubling... and Sister Eleanor
was quick with the ruler to the knuckles and twisting
the ear of small children, and I became more and more
afraid of her and Monsignor Ells...they, ...well
just didn't seem like the best representatives God
could have chosen for his mission to spread The Divine
and so it was, one day in class, as I was staring at my Catechism
( I can literally still see the words on the page ) THE FEAR OF GOD
It was this concept that all third graders needed to grasp
in order to move on....to the next grade....of brainwashing I guess
and so I....in my little blue and white uniform raised my hand
I had this burning question that needed to be explained better to me
and so....quivering a tad...but determined ( and here, I will paraphrase)
I asked...How is somebody supposed to love someone they are afraid of ?
From then on I was ostracized, and chosen for many shit details and to sit
on a stool in the corner looking at the wall....and it was there on that stool
one day it hit me clear as a bell...( once again I will paraphrase)
This is all bullshit
Since then I've developed a more refined perception of God and my faith
tells me, when I am out hiking in the beloved woods of Pennsylvania, Maryland
and Virginia, God surely is in every tree, every rock, every cloud, every squirrel
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saw on February 14th, 2018, 3:31 pm, edited 2 times in total.
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading