there existed
a man
who struggled
deeply—profoundly—
with his
own
nature—naturally.
he was young,
enkindled,
and rebellious
for rebellion’s sake.
wildness aside,
he was an incredible,
i
n
t
e
l
l
i
gent, master of
spoken word,
a mountain climber
having scaled ambition’s summit
he found it shallow—
a cesspool of cadaverous creations—
and he made his descent
to humbler peaks.
there, beyond his own mother’s,
he heard a singluar
voice—a child’s
ch-ch-chaaanting:
take and read
take and read
take and read
take and read
a bible—
what he read?—
life changing.
sadly,
as people are want to do—
he dropped everything,
all his sins, big and small,
but for his pride.
his reflections became
doctrine divine;
his words weapons
against difference,
and even against
unbaptized innocence.
how many fathers
and mothers
marred mercilessly
by this master’s
miserable indictment
on their children—
kinderfeld housed—
unsplashed?
how many nations
negated, or worse,
destroyed
by this proud man’s tale?
how many souls scattered
because of a master
manipulated by his own
preposterous pride?
a sinner, not unique
but original
in his uniqueness,
clutching proud pearls
to be passed down
countless generations
to the gospel’s gluttons.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 7, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is not a rejection of sin or its impact on humanity; rather, this is a critique of a single man's interpretation that significantly expanded a classic doctrine and codified that expansion as Biblical truth—moving far beyond what Scripture itself attests, with very damning results over the last sixteen centuries.
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A most interesting write of how individuals interpretations distort and exaggerate over the years until the original is hardly recognizable. This happens unfortunately in the creation of myths, the passing on of religious beliefs and writings and history itself. Nicely written
Exactly, Soren! You’ve nailed it…what begins as a spark of truth can be twisted, magnified, and distorted until it becomes nearly unrecognizable. That distortion has shaped so much of what we inherit today. Grateful for you and your support, my friend. 📜🔥🩸🕯️
You are most welcome Tristan
Powerful
Thank you, Thomas! 📜🔥🩸🕯️
Such a powerful reflection on pride, influence, and the ripple effects of one person’s choices. I love how the repetition and imagery bring the man’s journey and its consequences to life.
Thank you…and yes, you captured it. Pride ripples outward, reshaping lives, nations, faith itself. The chant lingers, the imagery carries, and the consequence is lasting. I’m deeply grateful for your time, analysis and support. 📜🔥🩸🕯️
Powerful write Tristan
Thank you so much, my dear friend! 📜🔥🩸🕯️
I'd say that this is you...
he was an incredible,
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t
e
l
l
i
gent, master of
spoken word
Everyone has their own idea about what sin means, some even call it curiosity! 🤣 Wonderful poem.
Awww shucks, I am blushing! ☺️ LOL! Teddy, you got me with that one, though…curiosity as sin is a twist I can appreciate. Indeed! I guess anything that causes us beautifully silly humans to “miss the mark” (the literal meaning for the word sin in Greek…hamartia, an archery term 🎯 for real). Anywho, I’m grateful for your time, thoughts and, most of all, friendship. 📜🔥🩸🕯️
I feel like individuals who turn away from God deny a generation from God's power. This is a very interesting poem, well done
🥷, exactly…when pride pulls us away, it’s never just personal...it starves generations of God’s power. That’s was one of the major shadows being traced in this piece. Grateful for your presence, analysis and support, my friend. 📜🔥🩸🕯️
Of course!
"enkindled" now there is a word and a half! An excellent start to the week!
Hell yeah!!! Thank you, arqios…“enkindled” is one of those words that lights a whole mood. So glad it kicked the week off well for you, my dear friend! 📜🔥🩸🕯️
I've not looked into this poem too deeply. You can tell I haven't, with my inane comment: This sounds like it could refer to Popeye. Not now, Popeye, you get in everywhere. lol. (he would, of course).
Oh, he be in there...you just have to get through the white static in the TV set. What show could possibl....a Poltergeist special...yes, that's it! A master series, a bit click and bait, starring who?...don't answer that! 🤣
Heard you knock this second time. Who's there? 🤣
Very well through and executed my friend .. it say's it exactly as it is .. n that's most probably a fact .. Neville 🐈⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🐦⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🐦⬛🖤👍
Neville, thank you my friend…glad it landed with that kind of clarity. Sometimes the hardest truths are just that...staring us straight in the face. Black Cat and raven love much appreciated my dear friend! 📜🔥🩸🕯️
Oops! Sent empty message by mistake. So I didn't answer that! lol.
it is true that there are some such who breathe fire on all ordinary mortals with sad results
beautifully explained
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