I couldn't find a song that really fit with this poem, but this was a unique presentation that stood out. The poem is mine, and not nearly as spiritual as I wish it were. But maybe the combination will inspire you today.
I am here.
I am here
Even though society does its best to erase me.
I'm good for nothing, or so they say.
I don't deserve a roof over my head.
I don't deserve to be taken care of like a "real" person.
Why do I make them so angry?
Why do they blame me for being a victim of my body?
If I disappeared tomorrow, how would it change their lives?
I'm not going anywhere.
They can't erase me.
They can't pretend I don't exist.
I've found my voice
I'm not afraid to use it.
I am ...
Last week’s “Skeptic’s Collection” column probably seemed like my final word about why I never got the “hang-uv” Christianity, period. This week’s column is intended to provide a corrective gloss by way of a sequel. It is true that I never got the “hang-uv” institutional, creedal Christianity, and to that extent, and regarding that “dialect” of Christianity, that is indeed true. I never had, and still do not have, the “hang-uv” Christianity under that understanding. But a few years ago, while visiting the town of Galway, on the windswept west coast of Ireland, I had what I can only call a mystical experience – a term that, as a “para-professional skeptic,” you will know I do not use lightly -- that completely altered my orientation toward religion in general and Christianity in particu
for I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
Giver of abundant gifts, on this Thanksgiving we celebrate . . . we celebrate. Ah what are we celebrating God? It seems to me that we have nothing to celebrate, nothing to be thankful for, except empty hearts and soulless comments.
Too many children are dying before our eyes on beaches, in stormy seas, in mountain passes, and refugee camps. Too many are blinded by their fears, unable to see the path to your love. I don’t know God, I can’t really think of something to be thankful for this year, you see my eyes are clouded with tears and my heart is screaming in pain for those who are being denied entry into our so called circle of love. By the