Wednesday, August 24, 2011

pulling for a rapture

a dubious eschatology,
taught by mum's and dad's,
tales of a king's watchful eye,
to keep the children,
from eating cookies before supper,
from having dirty thoughts,
from playing hooky,

injections of fear and self-loathing,
cultist fables of a sudden disappearance,
loved ones gone forever in a moment,
others left to die,
should you choose to not believe,

in a tyrant in the sky,

created by weak men,
angry at their fathers,
who yet longed for their love,
no favour from the one on earth,
so they'll make a new one above,

complexes stacked on top of complexes,
landfills of guilt and resentment,
chicken wire of hateful judgement,
bounded and rusty,
years of seclusion and fractured friendships,
have built an impenetrable immunity to truth,
intelligence, education, creativity and authenticity,

a longing,
a hope,
a way out,
from a cruel world,
the same one created...
for you?
by Him?

I'm sorry I'm confused by your fervent proselytizing,

while you bemoan my casual dress and duress

you shout words of sin and redemption,

but I only hear form and emptiness.


all ways 11 o'clock said...

this is why i hate
late night television.

good read!


Old Ollie said...

repent religion yes, but I lack the faith to believe fully in happenstance

When does every box ever get checked?

Chicken wire is such a perfect image Dox.

Pat Cegan said...

Poem worth rereading and contemplating. Nice to meet you! Hugs, pat

Square Corner said...

Intense!! I agree with Olly. I don't know what I lack. Except that one question: What the Heck is going on around us?!?

Bethany Ann said...

sometimes i give my boys cookies before supper just to break my own rules.