I want to ask- what did it feel like when you started taking your favourite Scriptures off the walls?
Turning my head to one side
Some Scriptures come off easily
Others, those I wrote on my heart as well as on my cupboards, they stick. I can’t do it.
What if some of these lines are right?
What if only some parts of the Bible are wrong?
Show me light, God. Show me your honest truth. If you’re a bastard I need to know. If I am evil let me know. If these papers bound by cardboard stuck to leather mean anything more than men’s historical wishes and woes, I need you to tell me.