“O me! for why is all around us here
As if some lesser god had made the world.
But had not the force to shape it as he would”
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
I don’t think I ever believed in Him Upstairs
rather gave a gift of hopes and dreams to fellow man,
for young as I was He seemed naught but a vengeful God
despite the given lie of Love. And how the pious in the pews
would spew forth their evil words of those
they deemed unworthy of this abounding love, the
(I’m sure) rancorous who absolved their sins
by placing pennies on plate passed around,
no notes would offer their devotion.
Oh and those both young and innocent,
how I hurt for them as pastor made me pray
whilst knowing of their awful pained and battered bodies.
How they suffered then: “Suffer little children… to come unto me…”
mere child I was I misunderstood this then
but ne’er-the-less they did. Where oh where
was this God of Love worthy of my true devotion?
And so I gave my faith to fellow man,
offered my hopes and dreams and so did believe this Earth
was round til was flattened by the feet of hate.
And as we hurtle t’wards the abyss (from whence we came)
I find I have nothing, just nothing to believe in.
Gayle at dVerse has us reflect on our beliefs and how they might change throughout our lives and above is my offering. I am unhappy with it as it is more prose than poetry yet it defines who I was and am now. Despite its pessimism, I remain moronically optimistic…
Oh “Happy Fifth Birthday dVerse!”
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Artist: Albert Goodwin