The farther I get from religion
the closer I get to God
Clouds blown free—new imagery
a seed in Heaven’s pod
The farther I get from the papal bull
the closer His voice I hear
Grace so blessed—divine GPS
directions loud and clear
(Dundale: September, 2023)
Damnation
You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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Different point of view.It makes poem better
Thanks for reading.
(+1): Waste of time and energy even contemplating religion (though as a subject of poetical thoughts it certainly is up there). "We're here because we're here" is all there is to say in reality, the universe in all probability indifferent.
All we have left—beginning to end—are questions.
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