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Porsanal Gad

Posted by tarashannon on March 19, 2008 - 13:44

Gad, ta youh, is man in skai
Lookin down a youh wit lav
Fram clowd
Clorse, buh steel youh nat meetin him.
Gad, ta me, is air I breat.
Is de soil, trees, fruit, wata.
Dem ankles wat crak an clikin
Is mai very bein.
Witout It, how I cutd liv?
Cos fantastic Gad dat I liv an
Dis wundaful Gad I harvest
Beautiful Gad I giv birt to
Youh, capitalisin de werd ‘Gad’
Yet, do youh nat noe wat Gad is?

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Comments

Dendrite | March 19, 2008 - 14:51

This is awesome, really cool + thoughtful too. Makes one want to read it out loud, which I just did, twice.

mykle | March 19, 2008 - 22:34

Beautiful!

For those who have difficulty reading it,
keep trying 'cos it's half the fun!

If you still can't read it...

This is what it says to me:

Personal God

God to you, is a man in the sky
Looking down on you with love
From a cloud.
Close, but you’re still not meeting him.
God to me, is the air I breathe
Is the soil, trees, fruit, water.
Them ankles what crack and clickin’
Is my very being.
Without it, how could I live?
‘Cos fantastic God that I live and
This wonderful God I harvest
Beautiful God I give birth to…
You are capitalizing the word ‘God’
Yet, do you not know what God is?

tarashannon | April 11, 2008 - 07:16

thanks

LawOfTheOne | April 12, 2008 - 00:56

Brilliant. So unique and different.
Strange idea but works extremely well.