Day 2: Angry God

It’s Spring now.

Each morning, I wake to birdsong outside my window.

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It rained last night

for the first time in months

I walked to work

savoring the crisp gray morning

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It nevers storms here

It’s been almost a year

Since I’ve heard thunder

How do children know God here?

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Maybe their God is never angry

She never yells, or goes bowling with friends

Kids here don’t have to worry

about Her

What’s it like…to grow up without an angry God?

Emily Keeter