An Answer to Russell´ s teapot analogy

Why do some think they're so clever With their "Russell’s teapot analogy" You think you’ve shamed anyone who believes in God They have to prove His existence, you don’t have to disprove it? Fine Then you go and prove sound and sight to a deaf and blind person Who also lacks every other sensory perception What if this inabi...
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Heaven , Do you get it?

Heaven Do you get it? It seems you don’t find it until you are willing to give up everything to Which is when you find out you need not give up anything worthwhile to And that whatever you feel you must Only benefits you now as well You don’t have what it takes unless you refuse to wish, think, say or do anything cruel to ge...
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Not just written but born

A poem is not just written It is born As a child gives physical form to an aspect of God’s Spirit So a poem gives form to what is often beyond the physical senses The degree in which it succeeds in doing so Is the degree in which a poem succeeds Not letting it come means it will come out deformed Or stay in, wreaking havoc Whe...
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Waarom is de hel zo heet?

Het allerheetste hellevuur Is de enige temperatuur Die stenen harten kan doen smelten
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Mothermorphosis

From this cold and poisoned body In the dark and toxic night After sabotaged attempts at breathing I let my soul escape this fright Knowing somewhere up in heaven There must be a hint of light Halfway between life and death I sit straight up in my chair Look, that is already an improvement No one helped me to get there Sadly, sa...
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Pure souls

Oktober 17th 1946 one year after the war,my parents got married. They were introduced to each other through my aunt Madzy, my mother's eldest sister, who later became a well known writer, under the name Madzy Ford. Just like tens of thousands of others, my father survived the war because of my mother's cousin, Adrienne Minette v...
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Pap

The last time I played tennis with my Dad, was July 22 2003. As we drove to the tennis courts, Django Reinhardt was on the casette player in the car. He gave me the CD. He gave me everything always, just as he did to all his children. just as he gave everything to all he knew. A few days later, he and my mother left for the US, ...
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Oma

So being the victim of cruelty breeds criminals and terrorists? Need makes people behave like monsters? Experience proves otherwise. During the second world war, my maternal grandmother was in a Japanese concentration camp in Indonesia with two of her four children, my mother’s younger sister and brother. My mother told me how...
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Opa

In Pretoria on July 17th 1893 In the middle of the South African winter 123 years ago today My grandfather was born The father of my mother In the same South Africa Where nearly 62 years later My other grandfather, my fathers father would die January 4th 1955, in the South African summer Nine years before I was born And my mothe...
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