After Life After god walked away We stopped killing each other. We no longer hid behind thick hanging tapestries full of archaic blood stained theologies. We adorned ourselves with tie-dye kilts, dresses, skirts and shirts. We made love under southern black walnut trees and thundering skies while we worshipped the being of each other.
© SB Joy, 2022
This reminds of two famous lines in two different songs:
Imagine all the people – John Lennon
Isn’t it a pity – George Harrison.