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How to Seek God (and Where to Find Him)

We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do. Mahatma Gandhi

..

The horizons, which drag their claws
Through the razor
Grass, are
Holding the dissipating glow of
Morning, where eyes are steeped
In slowly leaden oscillations of
Looking, whilst not truly
Seeing

And each inhalation is the continuous
Breath of his nostrils
And each exhalation is an
Exodus

Asphalt glistens with ground
Glass, here,
Where, ersatz stars twinkle
In a mixture of bone meal and
Stale bread, whose damp is
Stained with green bruises and
Letters, discarded from the overhead
Marquee, haphazardly spell out
Directions to the sanctuary, where
Sinner and saint are
Gathered upon scales
To hold the central axis
Upon a tenuous tipping point

All weather worn soles
Remember
A spine is held and
Straightened
By purpose
And perpetual
Motion

Upon the pages of this grave lexicon
Several schema are graciously
Assembled, for those who wish to
Seek, to find, and
Through
Skins of continual livings and
Sheaves of perennial dyings, forge
An intimate compact
With these universal
Mechanics, to be ultimately
Found
If their hearts be
Red, gold or blue
Or if they be
Green, yellow or black
Be found
In lack
 
And each commandment is an
Apocrypha
And each remittance is an
Assassination

..

So you say you seek God? Well, Ive taken a look around and I have to tell you, God isnt in here, God isnt in the nice, comfortable building where you regularly sit and listen to a man speak. Listen to him interpret fables from an ancient book with little remaining relevance. Listen with a serious, absorbed look upon your face, which, at times, becomes beatific, angelic, one might even think to see a dove, descending to rest peacefully upon your shoulder, or his. Sit side by side in your neatly pressed suits and skirts, all matching nicely in style and color, so you can show the community how affluent you are. What a perfect family, theyll say. So kind, with their yearly bake sale to benefit the homeless, so noble, with their monthly donation to global charities. Sit and listen to a man who booms with authority, rails with ecstasy, whose eyes light up with the joy of having your attention, every week, a joy reminiscent of when he was a class clown, or schoolyard bully. Now, he decides who gets to talk, sit or stand, and when.

Ive taken a look around and, it turns out, I can tell you where to find God.

God has her back pressed against a bathroom door with an eye swollen shut, frantically trying to hold it closed, because she dared confront her husband for drinking away his paycheck, again. Later, after his fury is spent and hes passed out on the floor, God applies layers of foundation over the swollen, purple flesh, feeds the kids, takes them to the bus stop, waves goodbye as they are driven off and heads to work. God looked into their frightened eyes and said, Daddy is sorry, again.

God is huddled with his boyfriend on a park bench, hungry and cold, because he decided that he had to tell his parents who he was, who hed always been and that hed found love.

God is sitting in a ramshackle mobile home with a leaky roof and sodden, treacherously soft particle board floors, wringing his frail hands, trying to decide between paying his rent, or buying his medicine.

God is a twelve year old prostitute, skin and bones, beneath a cake of rouge, smeared with cheap lipstick, forced into intercourse with a dozen strange men a day, smelling of filth, sweat and alcohol. God is a fifteen year old prostitute, wasting away into nothing, riddled with sexually transmitted diseases.

God is lying unconscious beneath a bush with a hypodermic needle jabbed into a collapsed vein.

So you say you seek God? Been there. I hear you. Well, God isnt in here. Hes out there. So get into your luxury automobile with the friendly computerized voice, eager to assist, drive out of your gated community and roll up your sleeves.

The quality of faith, I have found, is not in where you regularly sit. Is not in what you read or to whom you listen, but in how you manifest the courage of your convictions.

Faith is an idea, you hold in your heart, an idea transmitted to you, through disseminated doctrine, which you make your own, or remake yourself, to suit.

But who you are is not decided by the ideas you hold, the doctrines you hold to or how you choose to conform to an external standard. Who you are is what you do, what and whom you seek out and the lives you impact.

So you say you seek God? Go find him.

..

The night is glittering with a thousand
Warbling voices, whose treble
And soaring tenors, are
Purloined from an act of
Fiery expansion

My eyes are focused, now
Unfocused
Pulled
Inward, drawn
Outward
Still
Searching

And now all the prophets are
Profaned for their bedraggled
Appearance, sitting nude or
Howling madness, contrary to the
Machine, which causes all the street
Lights to illuminate, and to
Extinguish, at the exact
Same
Moment

Painted houses are peeled into
Cheshire grins
By a dichotomous sun
Reminiscent of an egg
Timer
Digesting its own
Oblivion

And amidst these gaseous marvels
We are the womb in which
Suffering breathes
Amniotic fluids
Content to ruminate
Upon a promise of resurrections

Morning rushes over the rooftops
Screaming
The world is ending
This day has begun

Horizons stretch out yawning
Arms in every direction and
Laughter fills the throat
Of heaven

..

How to Seek God (and Where to Find Him)
By Daniel Christensen
DanielChristensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
Published
Author's Note
I was out today and came across this church marquee, inviting people to write to their website about their experience with faith. I did so, and then I posted here.

Copyright 2019 by Daniel...
I was out today and came across this church marquee, inviting people to write to their website about their experience with faith. I did so, and then I posted here.

Copyright 2019 by Daniel Christensen

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