I tried so very hard you see
to accept Christianity
To believe that snakes in apple trees
can talk to maidens pleasantly
And a God that is both one and three
makes little sense mathematically
But the faithful ones insist that I
should never try to verify
‘Accept it all and don’t ask why
That’s how a Christian should comply’
But really I don’t think that I
can this dogma truly buy
But do not look so ill at ease
uncertainty is no disease
And even though we don't agree
it makes no difference to me
I simply, simply cannot be
a fan of Christianity
But now I see I’ve made you cry
please let it go and dry your eyes
There really is no reason why
So let me try and clarify
We simply don’t see eye to eye
on all the things we both decry
And now my rhymes are running low
but I’ve only got four lines to go
So I think it would be apropos
to end this dog and pony show
And to paraphrase the great Thoreau:
‘When we forget our learning, we’ll begin to know’
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Coyote (
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Well I could not agree more heartily with you Coyote. I cast off christianity's teaching, ambiguity and falseness. Since those days I have found a true spiritual belief and many people who have trod a similar path.
Yes you have got it , C. But some people cannot live without something like faith - just don't let them try to inflict it on me.
A wonderful quote to end with & how very gracious & tolerant you are. Beautiful craftsmanship 🖤
this is so empowering and enlightening! thanks for sharing
but please, do remember when you remove the fallacies
of peoples 'interpretations' of dogmatic theology
from your life,
you don't mistakenly, weaken those moral 'pillar's'
that have gotten you this far, in life
there are more option available to us
than acceptance and reactionary, total rejection
take your time, choose the path
that fits you best
by allowing their lies to rob you
of your capacity to intrust/invest meaningfully in anything
you're only making yourself vulnerable
to an existence, where you believe, in no one and nothing
then, all you've have left is that nihilistically bitter existence
of enforced solitude..
(forgive me for another sermon-'esque' rant, dear poet
I promise to not subject you, to anymore in the future
thanks for tolerating my overzealous need
to sprout my Bul sht...) lol
Dogma is never the truth! Nice write.
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