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]

I'm glad you shared. Love and anger make a colorful, powerful write here.

[Frieda P]

I'm glad you saw that in this piece, thanks Mark.

[Horizons]

I liked the poem, nice flow of ink.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Horizons.

[DCT ponderings]

I was never very good at blind faith. And was often admonished as a child for daring to ask how God could be all forgiving, "all you do is ask" and then tell me there are unforgivable sins. There are many inherent inconsistencies I could never reconcile.

take a bath in holy water to be renewed
baptism cleansing protocol for illuion's sins
promises blank contracts to start afresh in virgin white
kneeling in blood soaked with wine, washes away the stains

And yet along the way on my spiritual path faith is all I have to light my way through the darker nights of my soul. Well written Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Reminded me of myself as a child, I wasn't allowed to ask 'why' after a while, thanks for your insightful review DCT.

[Rita L. Sev]

...say Amen to be healed whilst nailed to the cross...

There are times when maintaining faith - in God or in people - feels exactly like this. We cling to our faith, certain it will give us strength... and sometimes we lose faith in ourselves because of this. Maybe we aren't meant to climb that mountain, but to stay on our own steady path...
Got me thinking... great job, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

I think people let us down more often than not Rita, thanks so much for your thoughts here....