In ink and scroll, the ages speak,
of manna, kings, and tongues of flame.
A guide, a warning, a voice for meek,
a text both sacred and claimed in name.
Some lift it high, a crown of light,
some tremble at the truths it wields.
Its parables inspire and incite,
its laws and stories shape the shields.
Banned in classrooms, burned in rage,
its words contested, misread, defamed.
Yet through the fire, across the age,
its pages whisper, never tamed.
For every fear, for every ban,
its stories linger, tested, tried.
A book of faith, a book of man,
where hope and doubt walk side by side.
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Matthew R. Callies (
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Well done. Your poem suggests a timeless quality, relevant across ages as societies grapple with the meanings and implications of sacred texts.
The faith of one is the disbelief of another and what is holy to one a myth to another I say to each their own and do not impede the beliefs of either. Well done
Matthew, there’s a strong sense of tension running through this…the way something can be held with deep reverence and still spark conflict and questioning. It feels honest to that reality, not simplified or forced. That balance is what makes it linger. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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