Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Theological takedown of corruption
Enshrined within patriarchal power.
Righteous woman watched endlessly.
Evil men silence visionary women.
Silence dies with sanctimony, though,
And Jesus embodied the divine feminine.
Others would objectify a Son
Forever locked away from true Logos.
Ávila’s climate is fit for the Church—
Veritably thin, cold, and plateaued—
Inquisitions cannot intimidate truth.
Let those who love truth tell Torquemada,
Agony awaits them all in the Lord’s light.
Poet's Note:
A Scorched Sunday poem. Written for my Scorched Strays series, this acrostic confronts the Church’s long history of silencing its prophets — especially women. Torquemada’s Trepidation recognizes Scriptural truth in the divine feminine: unburnable, unbound, and forever beyond the reach of fear-driven faith.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 7, 2025.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Soman Ragavan, sorenbarrett
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Your poem explores themes of gender, power dynamics, religious authority, and the resilience of truth and feminine wisdom. It references historical figures and events, such as Torquemada and the Inquisition, to emphasize the struggle against oppression and the enduring
Indeed! Thank you, Friendship, for seeing to the heart of it. Your analysis is spot on and though Teresa resisted centuries ago, that resistance is still relevant and needed. Much appreciated, as always, my friend! 🔥🕯️📜🙏
Deep and historical but pertinent today as well. A metaphor within metaphor here and I loved the reference to the Logos. Well done my friend a fave
Yes and yessss! Thank you, Soren, for getting it and understanding both its historicity and its pertinence. Much appreciated, my friend! 🔥🕯️📜🙏
Always a pleasure Tristan
Vivid and sharp.
Thank you so much, my friend! Glad it delivered! 🔥🕯️📜🙏
Scorched Sundays! Most of us have had those. And so eloquently expressed in poem🕊️🙏🏻
Absolutely, my friend! And honestly, that’s why the Church keeps losing members. I don’t run from it because I know Monday is morose everywhere, Tuesday is terrible, Wednesday works you to death, Thursday throttles you, Friday… well… you know, and then we’re all sucking wind by Saturday. 🤣 All jokes aside, thank you, Rik. I’m glad this one delivered for you. 🔥🕯️📜🙏
It’s something all faiths could do better, admittedly 🕊️🙏🏻
Oh...for sure. 💯 I can only speak to my own, but if it is a human institution, it falls short under the same scope.
"And Jesus embodied the divine feminine." Jesus was definitely a feminist! The bible teaches us so many stories of women and Christ, anyone who tries to say otherwise about women is certainly wrong! Fantastic poem of course!
🥷, amen! 💯 Thank you… you went straight to the heart of it. Jesus lifting women, not limiting them…that’s the thread I wrote from, and you met me in it. Grateful for you, my friend! 🔥🕯️📜🙏
Of course!!
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