The God I know is not the god of religions or the either dumb or hysterical relays of their discourses.
A sentence, a paragraph, read while looking through, beneath the text: God suddenly appears.
Then miles of texts engulf him again under a blanket of human colors.
It is not surprising that God is so little present in religions.
It is surprising that, despite all the thickness of the centuries, all the political knots that have been formed, and all the ideological sclerosis that has been built upstream of the heart and around the texts,
God still to shines through.
The Slinters of God
Through the texts
Bear witness to his power.
©FJ May 2025
Recueils / Participation/
Notes & Silence 
Not in the text.
In the reader. Who sees reflections, shards.
Realising this, the texts lose meaning. Lose relevance.
Why look at the mirror rather than the sky it reflects?
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