Bright prospects for 2010 to my friends everywhere
God the mother of all, our breast
God the golden penis
God the sweet peach
God the sacred flower
God the mystery inside
God the unknown land
God the orgasmic release
God the desert at night
God the heaven
God the hell
God the coming together
God the coming apart
God the eye
God the swimmer
God the drowned
God the competent
God the fuckup
God the asshole
God the expanding universe
God the universe of choices
God the choice
God the old hat
God the ruby slipper
God the Kansas
God the threesome
God the adored one
God the idol
God the real
God the actor
God the stage
God the trees at night
God, who was, who is, who will be
God the umbilical cord
God of the forest
God the priest
God the vessel
God the guardian
God the four elements
God the alien
God the gigolo
God the clown
God the mouth
God the food
Joanna Wiebe
(for Tim)
(The drawing is something I did in pen and ink for my mother in the 1970s; she recently returned it to me. So last month, I gave it to my friend David for his 75th birthday)
Ma’am,
Why do you ahve anger with God. There is no need for it. Taking the Lord’s name is not something one should play with and I ask that you take a look at your life and understand that there is piece with Christ Jesus.
Nothing in life can ever come close to God’s love for us and the fact that He offered His son as a sacrifice for our sin debt, an act that can’t be competed with. Even if you don’t love God, He still desires for you to know Him.
theBIBLICALdude
Your poem, God the Mother of all, our breast, really resonated with me, at least most parts of it. I see it as a call to dialog with God – as Job did in the Old Testament: with integrity, candor and intimacy, even during the most distressing parts of life. I love how you “pray without ceasing.” We are made to engage with the ineffable during times of praise and worship, and also in times of fear, doubt and despair. Your poem is an honest example of the wide range of human conversation with the divine. I especially appreciate how God is always there to nurture us. As the mother of all, our breast, God is our source. As our food, God sustains us and gives us life. Beautiful. We are truly blessed.