Self-Loathing
* This poem comes with a disclaimer. It was written years ago when I was very angry at organized religion.
imprinted by creeds of omniscient oracles
knees and palms are pierced by gravel
we beg for our penance
fabricated Truths
grant us despotism
stolen from our gracious gods
force fed Excuses
soften destructive actions
from deathly dynamite to babbling brooks
we gag our guilt but still –
the Spirit beholds
forming tears we cannot blink away
3 Comments
yasniger
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
You’d be amazed how much more good than bad organized religion has done.
Ashley
Yasniger: Thanks for reblogging my poem. I am well aware, these days, the good of organized religion. This poem was written when I was in high school and grappling with the beginnings of a faith crisis. I look forward to your thoughts on other posts I write on religion.
yasniger
My pleasure…. Will look in a little more in the near future.
You do have a nice blog. Thanks for sharing.