Disappointed with nothing meaningful
. when life bids the question 'Why?'
Conscripts in a faith for the meek or humble
. may devoutly swallow lies.
But confounded by ambiguities
. and those childhood instilled fears,
Cry out as 'WHY?' shouts even louder
. and death draws ever near.
. Neither talk to me of charity
. nor shame me with goodwill.
. Or the piousness of that poorest of man
. who's name is worshipped still.
. No, look instead at wealth and finery
. as is launched one more appeal.
. To empty another man’s pocket
. whilst in billions of gold they deal.
Such power has been engineered
. to capture hearts and minds.
With years of crafted psychology
. and a fear to keep all blind.
But purity of heart was not invented here,
. though they'd have you believe it so.
For ‘twas ever shown to each newborn child.
. And so it was, will be, tomorrow.
- Author: dusk arising ( Offline)
- Published: May 1st, 2019 00:06
- Comment from author about the poem: This will mean different things to different people. But truly has the loudest hail for those who turn away.
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Comments5
This rings so true with me at the present moment d a. as you know I am seriously questioning the Christian Faith that I have followed all my life and am beginning to realise that I have been conned.
The Faith in My Spirit will never die but it is MY Spirit and not some 'invented' image that others would have me believe and pay towards its upkeep.
In this world there is enough money to solve all its problems but those with the money, including 'worship clubs' will just not let go of theirs and it is the poor that try their best to help and to suffer. Rant over.
I am inclined to believe you have expressed the opinions of an increasing number of disillusioned individuals throughout the so called developed Western world, tho interestingly, those that follow the same faith elsewhere seem to remain as devout as ever.... Neville
was, is, will be
many have tried
have paid a steep price
change only momentary
then use new instruments
to play the same tune
just louder, and more deafening
A fine ring my friend with so much truth expertly phrased. I ask some of the same questions you refer to. Don't know the answers I'm afraid we as a planet are too far gone. Thank you
Purity of heart in a newborn shows the truth to us adults if only we choose to be taught. A spiritual read which leaves much to think on .
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