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Jan 28
It’s important to try to see the god in things,

I’m not really religious these days,

And I never studied theology in any capacity,

But,


God,

Religion in most senses,

as far as I can discern,

Is at the end of the day,


A source of peace,

A fire to warm our hands around,

A bench to take the burden from our knees,



Something we can use to rally ourselves on the inside,

and carry on.



And I’m not the first to say this,

But that’s why I see god in the eyes of a friend I haven’t spoken to in years and still knows me better than most I speak to daily,

In the sound of my niece's excited rushed voice as she tears open gifts on Christmas morning,

The inconsistent and creaky vibration of my tower fan as it stands watch over the otherwise silent darkness of my room at the end of a long day,


What is god to you?
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