Troubles With God
He sat in his car for an hour
before deciding to stay.
I’m glad he came because
he brought a few things I still need to learn.
I’d never seen a bigger man
who looked more like a crumbling mountain.
And from a distance I kept vigil,
slowly realizing it was his religion
that had become such a burden.
On the very last day,
he went alone into the woods,
only to return looking lighter.
As a witness I wonder
what he left behind.
“God is not found in the soul by adding anything, but by a process of subtraction.”
This poem was written on April 22, 2023.
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