Furry Friendly Preaching And Poetry
Felt the need to spill some thoughts from the heart . . the "justifiable" line is from "Schindler's List".
My time is up, my time is up, says the voice in my head sans Fluoxetine, Vistaril, and Topomax. A multitude of nasty weapons, and vicious scenes, whirl through my mind, attempting to intimidate me. A chopped up thing, a steamrolled brother, an angry fight that turns into a World War. All of these, and for sure, more. A full on tidal wave of brains, blood, livers, intestines, pentagrams, unholy scenes, comes barreling at me, and yet, I am ready for it. I am ready, and I am smiling bright, because although I am sick on the inside, I have a power greater than myself, and that power is called LOVE. For it has been heard by my own ears that true "power is having every justifiable reason to kill, and not doing so". When my mind tells me to go to hell, I tell it to back the fuck up, because I AM in control. I DO believe in God, and yet my God is not a God of a beat down religion, and anger, and weak-willed politicians. My God keeps me sober, by giving me the tools I need to keep MY OWN ASS sober. My God is young, and willing to play, and would enjoy furries a whole lot. My God would condemn the religious, and bar the doors of churches, condemning the bitter words of sour preachers.
I believe in this God, My God, today. The best thing is, My God does not ask for your soul in return for a lifetime of flighty self-righteousness. Rather, My God wants to be involved in the human race, to create, to belong with us, and to enhance everything around us.
All it takes is a power to believe.
Have a blessed day.