I had to place a disclaimer first to inform everyone that I do not consider myself to be of any religion...not yet. I am a believer in God, but honestly I have not found a sanctuary that I deem comfortable enough to call my holy home. I do not look down upon any religion, even those who have not...everyone has a reason for their choice and I respect them all. Anyone of any religion is free to comment, because I am primarily looking for critique on my poetic style. If you have something more to say, that is fine but I don't expect any back-to-back arguing. Everyone's comments are just that: their comments.
God Can (not) Hear
O holy ground
That graciously scratches the sole of my feet
Leading me to the altar where I often pray
So much has changed,
So much has been sacrificed
Your holiness has reincarnated in a different way.
A sanctuary turned into something more unheard of,
Shunned, something more perverse
In manner, in general,
A bludgeoned curse.
“My Father wouldn’t do this, so how could you?
You’re anything but heaven-sent…I dread the presence of you”.
He’s told me that this is best for you and that I take this now –
“You’re doing inappropriate healing, one that the Almighty would never allow.”
I’m the spiritual guide and icon he gave you, I’ll do as I please,
now be a good person and drop to your knees.
“Oh sinful demon, go away because God will protect me from fear –“
For the last time, He won’t, for He can not hear.
I’ve lost all hope in religion and I’ve tried to forgive.
But how can I forgive a man who is invisible to me?
If he so loved the world, he’d let us all live
And let utopia be.
O holy groundThat graciously scratches the sole of my feet
Leading me to the altar where I often pray
So much has changed,
So much has been sacrificed
Your holiness has reincarnated in a different way.
A sanctuary turned into something more unheard of,
Shunned, something more perverse
In manner, in general,
A bludgeoned curse.
“My Father wouldn’t do this, so how could you?
You’re anything but heaven-sent…I dread the presence of you”.
He’s told me that this is best for you and that I take this now –
“You’re doing inappropriate healing, one that the Almighty would never allow.”
I’m the spiritual guide and icon he gave you, I’ll do as I please,
now be a good person and drop to your knees.
“Oh sinful demon, go away because God will protect me from fear –“
For the last time, He won’t, for He can not hear.
I’ve lost all hope in religion and I’ve tried to forgive.
But how can I forgive a man who is invisible to me?
If he so loved the world, he’d let us all live
And let utopia be.
Yet we will not be able to suffer
Travesty and unjustly wraths;
We’d have no need for rationale and no ounce of feelings
That guide us on diverse, necessary paths.
Feelings of guilt, compassion, strength, feebleness,
Contempt, righteousness, and withdrawal –
All serve as testimony of believers who have or will hear God’s call.
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There is no doubt that the poem above was done with the epidemic, that has plagued the Catholic Church, in mind. It also is geared towards the silent matters of adultery that go on in every church; issues that haven't been broadcasted as much, but we all know they exist.
Credits:
photo 1 courtesy of http://religious.gmu.edu
photo 2 courtesy of www.hindunet.com.au
photos 3-5 courtesy of www.spaceandmotion.com
photo 6 courtesy of www.religion-cults.com
photo 7 courtesy of www.onickz.com
