number 4.

I pretty much haven’t been able to write much this six weeks so as it turned out I only had 3 complete pieces.

This is a sort of commentary/train of thought/ journal on one of the poems I’ve already posted. hope this counts as piece number 4:

I thought about looking for God in my pond today but I swear he wasn’t there.

Must have been the idea of sharing him with so many other people.

It has occured to me that God is presently burning in Papa’s camp fire. I must be crazy- fire is a reference to Satan.

My God will be anywhere I feel like placing Him.

He is clinging to firewoord, And I know He is desperate.

I refuse to believe that I am not allowed to give God human emotions. He can love and hate- thats as human as it gets.

Certainly he can feel desperate.