* 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


  • 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.

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