08-31-2017, 06:16 AM
It's not my gripe, but the gripe. Not THE gripe, but a gripe, someone's gripe. And the poem isn't about Christianity, and it's barely a poem. At least no more a poem than about Christianity.
I don't take Christianity seriously, but I take Jesus seriously. And God.
The person, if it is a person, in the poem, or whatever it is, takes it seriously enough to have a gripe with it.
I had a dream last night that a bus was filling with people who were dreaming of Heaven, who were in Heaven, so they could go back to Earth and wake up. As the gate opened and the bus rode out, God's young daughter and her little dog ran toward the gate. When God noticed he ran after her calling for her to stop and come back, but she and the dog had already got out. God stood and shook his head because he knew that when the dog left Heaven it would become a human boy. Then I woke up.
I don't take Christianity seriously, but I take Jesus seriously. And God.
The person, if it is a person, in the poem, or whatever it is, takes it seriously enough to have a gripe with it.
I had a dream last night that a bus was filling with people who were dreaming of Heaven, who were in Heaven, so they could go back to Earth and wake up. As the gate opened and the bus rode out, God's young daughter and her little dog ran toward the gate. When God noticed he ran after her calling for her to stop and come back, but she and the dog had already got out. God stood and shook his head because he knew that when the dog left Heaven it would become a human boy. Then I woke up.