Dear God

Whew, I haven’t written in awhile have I? I even get internet access at the house and not one picture goes up for at least 2 days. Don’t get me started on my “Random Picture” either. It’s still showing wood paneling.

I’d like to take a moment here and just get something off my chest. Things are looking scary for people who are very important to me. Not to mention all those poor people in the South dealing with their homes being taken away from them so violently. My mother’s upcoming wedding and all the drama that creates is a puny little speck on the great drama of life. So you won’t hear about it from me until I post over 100 drunk pictures of my cousins and I from the wedding reception on Sunday. Anyways, two of my best friends are having medical (ongoing) problems that require them to either have surgery or be scanned and take drugs. My grandmother is not well either.

I have an overwhelming urge to be totally immature, stamp my foot and scream at the top of my lungs “IT’S NOT FAIR!” to whatever diety will listen.

And I might turn up this song while I do it….

Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
’cause they can’t make opinions meet,
About god,
I can’t believe in you.

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear god,
Don’t know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain’t and so do you,
Dear god,
I can’t believe in,
I don’t believe in,

I won’t believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You’re always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And it’s the same the whole world ’round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebody’s unholy hoax,
And if you’re up there you’ll perceive,
That my heart’s here upon my sleeve.
If there’s one thing I don’t believe in...

It’s you,
Dear god.