Blind Faith's Cant

one of questioning & hypocrisy

The rain pelted down in dark metallic umber

casting images of cloudy subjugation

blinding sunspots, misled images placation

peace offering to the gods fell on deaf ears

sightless rituals working within  part time beliefs

take a bath in holy water to be renewed

baptism cleansing protocol for illusion's sins

promises blank contracts to start afresh in virgin white

kneeling in blood soaked with wine, washes away the stains

call out his name in frenzied chants,

oh 'my God, why have you forsaken me'

say Amen to be healed whilst nailed to the cross

may tomorrow bring brillance to question again

religious experiences caste in stone upon a hill

raging torrents cascaded upon the boats afloat

      up hypocrisy' s creek without a  blessed paddle

streaming mountains of dissolution within blind faith

Author's Note

Yesterday was my sister's anniversary, it brought me to a dark & pensive place, this was the result.

Reviews

[Angel]

When my son died, a part of me died with him. I remember being told that I would resent when some well-wisher told me "I know how you feel"...but I didn't. I knew that they were just trying to tell me that they sorrowed along with me. I did resent being told that I ought to go get mental health counseling...what they really meant was that I ought to get drugs to drown my sorrow, and I couldn't do that.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't ache for my boy, who was only 35 years old, and who left a wife and two kids who loved him....
I know that dark and pensive place, my friend...I know it too well. I won't say "I know how you feel", because those are empty words that don't really mean much. I will say that you are loved...

[Frieda P]

Achingly sad story Angel, not sure how you keep the faith after all that....and thank you so much my friend.

[Angel]

Darling, it is only my faith that holds me together.

[Mark]

Frieda, I just randomly picked this to read, not knowing its significance to you until after I read it.
I can say I've been there, but that doesn't matter. My dark place, is mine, and yours is yours. What DOES matter, is that through your writing, you bring light, and life,to that dark, pensive, place.

Be well,
Mark

[Dana Alsamsam]

"baptism cleansing protocol for illusion's sins"

i love the use of the word protocol here. it gives it that monotonous and useless feeling like why do we even bother with this! i've always believed that religion is something that should make a person happy and spiritual; following it blindly and sitting comfortably in the crick of demanded conformity's back is by no means following a religion. it is all about the intentions and not about something being shoved down a person's throat.

you've captured the doubts and the conflict beautifully here. i admire how your subject matter can swing from whimsy to romance to introspect in a seamless manner between your pieces. great work!

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your insightful review Dana, and you're too kind my friend.

[Ruth]

You always verse in such a manner that leaves more questions than answers...that is a bonus in poetry, I always like dwelling on your imagery x

[Frieda P]

Thanks Poppy. x

[Cassie]

omg!!!! that certificate...it has got me laughing really hard and asking myself if there were such certificates being awarded to hypocrites then the world would be free of hypocrisy, the poem...mmhhhh well written as usual my dear friend.

[Frieda P]

If only a certificate could change the world Cassie, thanks!

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I really appreciates the run on line and how the imagery is captured. I must confess, this a real satire on religious ritual and fantasy, money making machine, fleeting belief, deceit and a bunch of hypocrisy. It have something to deal with one of my poems. The Church.

[Frieda P]

It all tends to blend after a while doesn't it...church, money, fantasy, deceit, thanks Onyia-ota.

[David Scott]

I have never met a living person who is free from hypocrisy. I have seen the graves of many who now can be trusted to not violate their epitaphs...
I think we understand the need for grace here. Too bad we do not grant the grace we so freely receive to those who we should embrace.
We should as Christ did before asking God why He was forsaken plead for our fellow humankind and ask for God to forgive us all while we know not what we do...
I enjoyed the challenge and honest questioning tine of the write rather than simply an angry accusation.

I have this award on my desk... ;)

[Frieda P]

Pity to have to wait for death to convince us of that....thanks so much for your insight David, and ha...I'm shocked, who would give you such an award?! ;-)

[Rebecca Buller]

Frieda, your strength and fortitude continues to inspire me. And the love you had, and continue to have, for your sister is so evident in many of your pieces. I can't imagine your loss, but know that you are always loved, my friend. And this was very powerful. Well done!

[Frieda P]

You're too kind Rebecca, thanks for the glowing review and your thoughts here....!

[Rebecca Buller]

You're very welcome, milady:-)

[Leslie Philibert]

I doubt that there is a God and am convinced that religion has done much wrong to humanity.
A poem that provokes thought, excellent.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Leslie, I wish I knew what I believed at this point....

[Blue Ivory]

Great work here, Frieda. This is so dark!

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Siren...