Topic: Religious Beliefs

Ma believed in God. And her God was a vengeful and jealous God indeed. You weren’t supposed to play on Sundays, not even just a little. You weren’t to take His name in vain and he would know, even if you only thought it. Playing cards was wrong, dancing was wrong, and if you ran with scissors you’d end up in the part of Hell reserved for naughty boys who didn’t pay attention and made their mothers cry.

Ma’s God would give me back my voice if I was a good boy, washed my hands, ate my greens, and didn’t look at the girls in their summer cotton dresses.

Callie’s God was love, she said. Once. Letting others be who they were. Going to dance in the rain because it was beautiful and fun and you’d have to get naked in front of the stove after to dry properly. She said that God smiled when we kissed. Much more than when people sang hymns. That kisses were hymns, only more so.

I told David I didn’t believe in God. He didn’t like me saying that.

It wasn’t true.

I do believe.


My God is in the emptiness between the stars and the darkness in the deep heart of the forest. My God rests in the silence right after every heartbeat and in the distance between people walking the streets at night.

My God knows of no hymns, no kisses, and no Hell.

But it hardly matters. My God waits, patiently, till there is nothing but the silence. And until that happens, I work and sleep and eat. Sometimes I play. Smile. I let my hands lure out the hidden animals inside the wood I carve. And I’ll run with scissors if I damn well please.



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Muse: Clay
Fandom. Passion of Darkly Noon (Misc. Movies)