God died today in the heart of another man.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
And in this soil a seed is planted.
God died today in the mind of another woman.
The black dirt, the moist earth,
From this new garden, wisdom grows.
I was always taught that God died that I might live.
I never realized how true this was.
His death nourishes the seeds of wisdom, happiness, and
freedom.
This is a eulogy, a benediction.
I am saddened by my loss,
But know a better life is ahead of me.
Love and hate marked this relationship.
I loved this mythical invisible father.
I hated the crotchety old judge.
Like the child of an alcoholic,
Or a battered wife, who still loves her husband,
I am glad he’s gone, but I still miss him.
The new garden I have has wonderful plants,
But I still have to pull weeds of doubt and guilt,
It’s my responsibility now.
As a child must grow and leave the safety of home,
I have grown and left the eternal security of heaven.
I have outgrown my god, and laid him to rest.
