the dog i forgot ( I Am Sorry...)

my first (but not last) work critical of religion

I was brought to you through
slavery, disease, war, and death.
But, ironically enough
Life is no better for the journey.
Before you, I knew the cycle of Life
and appreciated the simplest of shapes.
Now I only know the dogma you shaped
and life is more full of complication.
There was a time when I knew the heart of the wolf
and that heartbeat taught me the rhythm of the forrest.
The soul of the cat was revealed to me once at night
and my light shined to the heavens and to my dreams.
Both I and my Brother knew the spirit of the hawk
that our view showed the storm for the breeze it is.
Now I only hear your shapard's call,
to see your enlightened state
and feel your provident deliverance.
Strange, that I could know Life some other way.
You did teach me of my sins...
...oh, my beloved sins!
And I could never thank you enough
for what they have brought to my life.
However,
to know of weakness
is not,
to be of the weakness.
I know and knew...
...the spirit's juices and the soul's flowers...
...the touch beyond her touch...
...the fire that burns of the hearth...
...the self other than myself...
...the rest that is the lie in Life...
...the footprints I have fashioned to my shadow...
...the possessions I have craved...
they were with me already.
Before you, I knew
the Earth as Mother,
and the Sky as Sister,
and the Sea as Wife.
Before you, I knew
the Sun as Father
and the Moon as Brother.
Today they are merely relative.
Sometimes, your children seem to envy Oedipus,
they do blind themselves to all but you.
And if I be cursed to raise their ire,
they would blind me to all but them.
I'm told that I am of your image,
but need the mole know that to burrow?
Flocks of souls find their way through you,
to enclosed hay fields and graves for concerns.
Sad, that were your words but straw,
much would go uneaten as they hasten to rest.
Was Lilith really such a bad girl?  Was Eve?
If wealth be of such relevance, why then,
should she bear the shame of flesh?
From Adam to Judas, he, became the prostitute.
And never would I be heard to say,
but that I envied Job his pain.
Never since has anyone bathed of it
with such permission.
For how could I know,
when the end of my joy
would be?
I haven't the pleasure of your discourse.
And would that you let me,
I'd gladly part the sea
and follow the footsteps of Moses.
But to me, you've yet revealed a destination.
If it is truly your will
to be the greatest expression
of my grandest vice...
then vanity be yours.
If you, too, would know that love
then may the sea be your mirror.
And may this blemish on which I reside,
not distract you from what you love.

Reviews

the exhausting battle between free will and dogma (both said to be given by the creator). can't get much more contradictory than that.

[Robin]

we all have our path , some find a comfortable place to rest , some keep moving toward horizons