created in the image of
that's what many people have been told by those in the know
those who have immersed others
in water
in blood
in tears
produced pain unimaginable
a crisis of baptism that resonates and destroys the soul
when it was meant to replenish
salt rubbed in a wound created with the instruments released from a lacquered box
decorated with intricate designs in gold filigree
surrounded by the color of royalty
hallelujah they say
you have been saved
you can now mend your wicked ways
by adopting ours
war
pestilence
diseases
hunger
we bring all this to you in love
and don't worry about the blood that stains our teeth
it is only a sign of our trust and loyalty to the improvement of mankind
-
Author:
kespat@aol.com (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2023 11:35
- Comment from author about the poem: My husband and I were having a discussion about the humanity of God. Then one of us said what became the title of this poem. I sat down and this just flowed out of me with hardly any thought. By the time I'd finished, I was out of breath as if I'd been doing an exercise routine.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
Offline)
Comments4
there is a lot of truth in your poem, and it is well expressed
do you believe in an after life ?
I am 77, in a nursing home, and think about the hereafter constantly
do you like, favor eastern religions ?
I do believe in a higher being and an after life. My beliefs are heavily rooted in western religions, but I don't disbelieve in eastern ones especially since I don't know a lot about them. I'm a knowledge seeker and am open to learning most of all.
I actually really love the title and I love the poem. You remind me of me
Thank you. I believe this to be my most thought-provoking poem so far. How do I remind you of me?
Because its challenging
3 more comments
I've writ this before (I'm a boring old bugger):
Man made God it his own image, then reversed it. And the rest is history.
If we were made in God's image, he needs all the prayers we can muster.
Lol
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.