Unplugged from the Matrix (a poem)
In my last post, I talked about our desert experience with God. Some Christian mystics call it “the dark night of the soul”. Here’s a poem about what the beginning of that experience may look like for you:
UNPLUGGED FROM THE MATRIX
He was quite respectful
And played by the rules.
He honored as wisdom
The prattling of fools.
Their message was solemn –
It sounded like faith,
But smelled like religion,
And tasted like death.
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