Our Welsh flowers Bloom Anew

What happens in the intermittent?

The space between the spaces we thought we could control?

Flesh flies and feelings turn and double and triple

Back around to a place they started that’s not the same point as before.

Some masochistic equation that needs yards of board and chalk to even attempt to resolve.

Solve for x

Solve for me.

Hours and hours a day turn to wisps of memory and gossip transferred from here to here to here to her…

But still the oldest adages are the truest.

That time brings temperance in a sweet cool way.

That wisdom begets age begets wisdom begets wonder.

Everything else burns away in the crucible of time

That ever-present effervescent animal that lurks stalking and devouring all but the things that are most real.

The things that Are

So we stand here at this corner stripped bare of everything that used to comfortablely cloth us

We stand here survivors of another age

Believers in a renewed evangelist

Wishers of a reconciliation

Well.... Hell.

Hey guess what? The creator of the universe? Yeah, he doesn't need to to start a Facebook group about how scientists in Siberia drilled a hole to Hell and then tell everyone that if they don't want to be tortured they had better sign up for teh Christian bandwagon.

http://www.snopes.com/religion/wellhell.asp

Four seconds of research tells you it isn't true, and then what does it do? It makes Christians look like a bunch of gullible morons who don't have any idea what is true.

So do me a favor. The next time you get the urge to start a new group about how great God is, and put links to all the "true" stories of faith out there? Don't. The faith will be a lot better of without you.