Love Letters to God
A sepigram poem, which form was invented by Cendrine Marrouat
God I write thee love letters every day With all my soul cried despite my ego God Regardless of what atheists profess from darkness We both know you exist without proof thereof Hashem
Rama Enlighten our yellow waved river to Oz Its currents provide many tributaries’ paths to paddle Rama You light with love all our lives When Debby’s eyes turned skyward towards the light
I cried knowing you enlighten our lives
Cendrine’s Form Explained
Some Thoughts Behind My Poem:
I have no issue with atheists and their disbelief. That’s their right. I do have a huge issue with those that write articles that proselytize their disbelief and tell us theists, deists, or agnostics that our groups are wrong. Today, I muted, which is different than blocking, one such writer (if anyone wants to know who this two-first-names writer is, ask me and I will reply). At least he didn’t go as far as to call believers mentally ill, as Tessa Schlesinger did to me last year, or my once-nemesis, which out of deference to a friend that tolerates and engages with him, I shall not name, who was the target of my wrath in this KTHT story of mine, and hides in sheep's clothing while living to drag us into his misery:
Regarding my thoughts on needing proof of God, I wrote early in my Medium experience:
As to why I alternated between God, Hashem, and Rama, please see this pure genius from Gavin Sher:
As for the last two lines, I published an essay recently that embedded You Light Up My Life by Debby Boone, and I wrote:
Before I get to my endnotes, I want to embed this video from a couldn’t-be-more-different artist than The Jam that came on my shuffle play while in the midst of writing this essay and I cried my fucking eyes out. There are many interpretations of why it had that effect upon me that I can offer you, all of which would be true. I’d rather you decide for yourselves and perhaps why you may be now crying too.
I had always thought Debby sang to a man. Now I know she sang to God.
In that regard, and as to my title, please enjoy this fabulous song:
In Rama I create, with soul-energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,
