I find it all over the place, sometimes in the Street. Sometimes at Church.
Sometimes it’s in the book I’m reading.
Sometimes I’m hit with it when I’m just idling at a stop light.
Sometimes, like last night; I’m hit with it by the cruel randomness of the world; I composed a short one-person show about the nature of “God’s Wrath against Natives and the French”
Then there were Tornadoes in West Virginia.
That God guy hates people, I tell ya.
So I was inspired to create the image that accompanies this post by an article on cursing. Which amuses me (cursing, not the image)
While some may think that I am somewhat loose-tongued I think that I restrain myself a great deal more than is necessary. Which I think might say more about the strange thoughts that swirl in my skull and less about the people who (probably rightly) sigh when my mouth opens and I have “that look in my eye.”
In another life I am a Comic, A Priest, A Poet, A Writer and possibly a Prophet.
Here I am only a Prophet.
I predict Rain.