The Interstitial strives to curate intelligent, insightful, and thought-provoking pieces about what it means to be human. We bring our readers a distilled view of the complexities, contradictions, and edges of humanity across all genres.
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The children of
Our Father (in Heaven)
say thy will be done
and then ask for bread,
and ask Him to lead us not into temptation
knowing that’s exactly what he’s going to do.
Our Father needs to be reminded to
deliver us from evil.
Why do we
find comfort there?
“Your will not mine, Buddy,
but bread. Please.”
© 2025
The Interstitial strives to curate intelligent, insightful, and thought-provoking pieces about what it means to be human. We bring our readers a distilled view of the complexities, contradictions, and edges of humanity across all genres.
Poet. Humorist. Storyteller. MuddyUm editor. I write. I have always written. I play accordion. I have an extraordinary ability to be fascinated by things.
