Evidence Everywhere

There’s a billboard on I-10 outside of L.A. that grabbed my eye when I drove by. I was on a road trip from the Arizona high desert to the ocean, to get my fix. I longed for the sea with its limitless horizon. Every now and again I need to be immersed in my boundless existence. Which brings me to the billboard, announcing in behemothic letters beneath a photo of a tiny infant: THERE IS EVIDENCE FOR GOD. Now why would anyone need to advertise that? It’s such a DUH! An obvious given, I thought. But then, clearly it’s not obvious to everybody. So maybe we do need to start advertising God on giant billboards. You know, as a reminder of who we really are. And what’s really real. That way, when we

Under the Grand Piano

Under the grand piano The safest place in the house Tucked in a dark corner I’m silent as a mouse. Fingers stuffed in my ears Muffling the shrieks and screams I can leave behind my body And go to a world of dreams. Curled up in this secret place Nothing can touch me here No mean words, kicks or blows For I can disappear. No one knows I’m hiding From the pain and fright Not even my little sister Who’s sick in bed tonight. They say in Sunday school God takes our hurt away So I try to be a good girl Mind my manners and obey. I pray for different parents, Who are like they’re s’posed to be But I don’t think God’s listening Because…it’s only me. Why help a child like me When all I do is wrong? I’

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