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2 Poems About Internal and External Truth

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All the Places I Haven’t Found God

A woman at AA says she discovered God beneath a bridge
Just beneath the freeway.
I look forward to hours, however He by no means comes.
I met a pair who stay beneath the bridge
They swear to me that God sleeps subsequent to them each night time.
I keep till dawn inside their tent, however God by no means reveals up.
When I depart, they every kiss me on the cheek.

I discover a stray canine subsequent to my previous church.
I observe it throughout town.
I hitchhike midway throughout the state
I ask the primary individual with a rosary
Hanging from their rearview mirror to take me to the place they discovered God.
An older girl
Eyes so trusting, I wish to inform her to not choose up hitchhikers like me,
Says she discovered God in a basilica in Rome.
She drops me off on the airport.
As I get out of the automotive, she kisses me on the cheek.

The girl subsequent to me on the airplane says a prayer as we take off.
I don’t even need to ask
She tells me she discovered God when she had her son at sixteen.
She pulls out an image from her pockets.
But I don’t see God,
I simply see a boy along with his mom’s eyes.
She says one other prayer as we land,
Wishes me luck as she kisses me on the cheek.

I arrive on the basilica and wait to talk to the priest.
In a confession room, I ask the place I can discover God.
I clarify how I misplaced Him.
The priest appears into my eyes and says,
“You didn’t lose Him, you gave Him away.”
Before I depart, he cleanses me of my sins,
And kisses me on my cheek.

I spend the night time in a motel subsequent to the airport.
I search your entire room
I discover nothing apart from a Bible and a telephone ebook.
I learn each, entrance to again.
As I sleep, three males stand over me.
A girl is available in to clean my toes.
From behind her hair, she appears at me.
She says she will’t inform if I’m Judas
Or the tree that he hung from.
Aren’t all of us no less than part of what kills us?
As she leaves, she kisses my cheek.

I fly again dwelling.
I return to work.
A woman from HR says that she heard about my search.
She tells me that each single time she makes toast
The face of God seems on it.
She invitations me over to her home to point out me.
The subsequent morning, she pulls the toast from the toaster,
Hands it to me whereas saying, “See?”
I don’t see.
I assume a part of the issue is
I don’t know what God appears like.
As a baby, I might draw God as two darkish clouds
Stacked on prime of each other.
Now I’ve even much less of an thought what He appears like.

The complete state of affairs appears unfair.
I journey midway internationally
Only to seek out out
God seems on Cindy from HR’s toast day by day.
Her husband pulls me apart after I go to depart.
He appears at me knowingly
He factors to a crucifix hanging low on his chest
Right on prime of his coronary heart
He says that is the place God is.
I don’t know for positive
But I believe God could be thoughtful sufficient to let me know
If he was inside my coronary heart your entire time.
As I depart, they each kiss me on the cheek.

While driving dwelling, I go a withering fig tree.
I decelerate, and I swear it begins laughing at me.
I activate the radio.
The information station is reporting a forest fireplace.
Started with a single burning bush.
I pull right into a fuel station simply exterior of Utah.
There is a Bible verse written on a rest room stall.
I’m going as much as the counter to purchase a magazine.
I open my pockets and the one factor inside are gold cash.
I assume it actually was me.

But My Flowers Did Not Grow

I purchased eight crops from a backyard present
But my flowers didn’t develop
I positioned them on a shelf
I gave them water
I gave them solar
I painted a mural for each
But my flowers nonetheless didn’t develop
I wrote down a pitch
And defined to them why they need to develop
Why they wanted to develop
I drew a diagram explaining which technique to go
So they wouldn’t be eight examples
Of how un-nurturing I’m
How a lot of a failure I’m
Are issues actually so unhealthy right here
That they gained’t even search for previous the filth
To examine issues out?
I begged and pleaded with them
I drew an image of the solar
And hung it above them
But my flowers wouldn’t develop
I learn to them
The full poetry ebook of Sylvia Plath
I advised them how good the world was
I advised them how fairly it may be
I wished them to see
They didn’t imagine me
Never had I been so jealous of Jack
He didn’t even need to strive
And his seeds grew so tall they noticed the world
And later the sky
I used to be asking a lot much less
Plus there wouldn’t be giants ready to climb down
I advised the crops how good rising will be
How a lot I had grown
In the previous 12 months I celebrated 4 birthdays
I used to be born many times and once more
But my flowers didn’t hear
I started to surprise what was beneath the filth
I imagined it was stunning
Another world that was much better than the one I had created
I crawled right into a flower pot
Swam by the filth to the very backside
A marigold seed was ready for me
I requested if it had been listening to me
The seed mentioned it was the place it wanted to be
I assume
There are worlds that don’t revolve round me

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