Grace (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

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)




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)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2023 10:19
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  • Serhat Doğan

    Different point of view.It makes poem better

  • Doggerel Dave

    (+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.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    All we have left—beginning to end—are questions.

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