Worship

John Prophet

Worship.
The void.
Mind
boggling,
crippling 
void.
It focuses.
Makes all
take notice.
Can’t be
ignored.
Can’t 
look away.
Consternation 
envelopes.
Crippling 
effects.
Freezing
In place.
The id
pushes
back.
Creating
methods 
of coping.
Deflecting
fear.
Fear
of the 
void.
The end.
Existence 
finite.
Conceptually 
untenable.
Worshiping.
Afterlife 
creation.
Easing.
Comforting.
One wonders.
If humans 
were immortal.
Or, become
immortal.
Would there
be worship?

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  • sorenbarrett

    Indeed a thought that had not occurred to me until today despite all my exposure to religions of all types. A very thought provoking poem. Loved it John a fave

  • arqios

    What we worship is ever before us and to marry that with the concept of Eternity is a reality that will go on in perpetuity🙏🏻🕊️

    • John Prophet

      Thank you for reading.

      • arqios

        Most welcome John 🙏🏻🕊️

      • Tony Grannell

        Fear is the void maybe, fear of the death bed, the unknown, as it were, tempered with worship, superstition and belief. Like, Soren, immortality and the need to worship, never occurred to me. An insightful observation in a most splendid poem.

        All the best,

        Tony.

        • John Prophet

          Thank you kindly Tony.
          John

        • Poetic Licence

          A very interesting write, asking a very question, I would say if humans were immortal what would they be praying for, enjoyed the read

        • Goldfinch60

          We all have our own ways to worship John. As Dave Allen said "May your god go with you."

          Andy

          • John Prophet

            And also with you. 😉 Thanks for reading Andy..
            John



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