My daughter is an amazing artist, and when I say artist, I mean- of every type! She is an awe-inspiring photographer, a writer of music and poetry, and a creative artist of clothes and make-up. This young woman of only twenty-two years old is impressive, and I’m very proud of her. My daughter is a serious debater, and always has to have the last word, but in a good way. Not the obnoxious, know it all, type of way (smiles). She should be the one doing this blogging because she never runs out of things to talk and parlay about.
The other day she gave me some of her work, a couple poems that I felt were very thought provoking and she allowed me to share them. Whether you agree or disagree, I really hope you enjoy them as much as I did. She and I had a big ole debate afterwards, it was awesome!
There was no pearly gate. The only reason I knew I was in a cave was because I had just passed the entrance. The rock wall rose behind me with no ceiling in sight.
I knew this was it, this was what religion talked about, what man feared…I had just entered the gate to hell.
I felt the presence of the cave as if it was a living, breathing creature. The stench of rotten flesh overwhelmed me.
Then, there was the voice, it came from inside – and all around.
“Who are you?” I asked trying to keep my composure.
“You know,” the thing answered.
I did know…
“You are the devil,” I stuttered, quickly losing my composure. “Why me? I’ve lived as good as I could.”
The silence took over the space as my words died out. It seemed like an hour went by before a response finally came.
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know…I never believed in any of this,” I uttered “Why am I here?”
I continued. “They say the greatest trick you ever pulled was convincing the world you don’t exist.”
“No. The greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world there is an alternative.”
“There is no God?” I shivered.
The cave trembled with words: “I AM GOD!”
Now, I have to explain why we had such an awesome debate. Not simply because it’s obviously thought provoking, but I’m a Christian and she is a Buddhist. We respect each other’s views, and because of that we can have some really amazing debates and smile all the way through. Where others can become easily offended. Although I read somewhere when I blog that I’m not supposed to speak on religion and politics, this is my daughter’s unedited and in my eyes, beautiful piece of work, and I hope you guys like it…or not. Feel free to let me know your thoughts on it. Remember it is an unedited first draft.
I was going to do both of her poems today, but I think I will save the other short horror poem for next week. Maybe she will give me a couple more by then, and maybe you guys will have some constructive feedback for her.
Have a great day!!