Randomalia on the cusp of spring. Still thinking about God, perhaps a bit too much. But well.

Late March

Spent 20 minutes
in the consoling dark
of the Anglican chapel
graced by candles
several and sparse


Sun bright
wind cold
late March


This is my day's
chipping away
at the mass
of disquiet

This is my prayer
the dance
of fingers on
the laptop


supposed to rain
and I intend
to see the rain
as a blessing


to a God
who is kinder
than I deem

That persistent image
of a perpetually
vexed-off divinity
could turn me into
a god-averse humanist


Currently craving
both strong drink
and fleshpleasure
but needing love

as one needs oxygen

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-30 at 12:11

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poetry is beautiful and honest.

Our Father's love and grace, His creativity and His mercy, all have worked together in making you in His own image. Every aspect of this poem is because of your thinking about God and His thinking about you.


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thinking about God is never “a bit too much” this is a fine and very intense contemplative on “The Tax Collector” in today’s Liturgy. Well done Thomas.