My dad and my mom were two theologies
braiding together like challah – Jewish and Protestant,
though they changed their faiths to math
and Love. In second grade, I was the only kid on the playground
who didn’t know about Jesus. When a girl told me,
it sounded like a Grimm fairytale. She told me to draw him.
I said, you can’t draw invisible things. (No one ever goes
as God for Halloween.) She thought I was going to hell.
I didn’t believe in hell, just reincarnation, skin into dirt into trees.
I got nightmares from the Bible. Before, I thought Gods were the same as supernovas,
but I started to picture a man in the sky with silver skin,
like someone carved into a coin. He was the only invisible friend
the therapists never tried to train out of me.
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/prompt-209-liturgy/
P.S. Megan Falley has a really good poem about God in her book After the Witch Hunt.
Autistic Abby Writes 
I love ‘though they changed their faiths to math and love.’ Well written.
http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com
Thank you! 🙂
Excellent. Faith – well I’ll send you an e-mail. I really can identify with you and your piece. Thanks for laughing at Stylus – that’s what it was meant to do.
‘I didn’t believe in hell, just reincarnation, skin into dirt into trees.’ You want to know something? I don’t believe in hell either — only the kind on Earth that we create for ourselves and other people. If you want to know a little more about how our modern concept of it came to be, here’s an interesting story I found over the weekend: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/unfundamentalistchristians/2014/04/black-saturday-satan-hades-and-the-beginning-of-hell/
Hope you find your heaven, in any sense. 🙂
-Nicole