The God Gag
December 16, 2007
Jesus was a little baby. Christians believe He was the Son of God. (we are all Children of God)(the mystical body).
Don’t you think Jesus would have written something himself? It was such an important mission. (As is ours.) Why allow chaos and doubt – why make the path convoluted and contentious? Why not simplicity and congruency from the Prince of Peace?
Perhaps there are other princes serving themselves – magicians to our minds. Sleight of hand artists yelling threats of damnation to distract and befuddle.
Yes, there is always something fishy in this cosmos – as if gangsters take over a loving God. Power plays. Land grabs. God gags.
About – myReligion
November 16, 2007
I was raised a Roman Catholic. I attended Catholic schools my entire educational life. I have been taught by Benedictine nuns, Marist brothers, and Jesuit priests.
I consider myself fortunate that I was required to study Theology and Philosophy. It is sad to realize that the vast majority of college graduates today are not required to do so. “Teach people to think for corporations and not for themselves”, seems an apt portrayal of modern educational programming.
In some of my poems I criticize organized religion in general and Catholicism in particular. I focus on Catholic because that is what I know best. I hope insiders of other faiths continue to criticize the incongruence and extremism in theirs.
the God Cage
November 7, 2007
We frame God
in a cage of words
like a monkey
begging for coins.
flags wave from golf carts
October 23, 2007
You are
trailer trash
until they need you.
Katrina
October 21, 2007
– destruction brought on
by men’s sins alright:
hubris
greed
denial
myopia
dereliction
disinterest
inempathy
incompetence
the art of following 2
February 28, 2007
Begin
by descending
into
a deep
shaft
of required thinking.
With each
downward
step
move further
from the truth.
Continue
down
down
to where
a flashlight
is called the sunlight.
There
you will stay
to follow
a manufactured god.
armageddon oops
September 26, 2006
What if it all explodes,
the universe inside
pushed through
its fragile shell
overwhelming
all that exists
above the big hole.
What if bricks fly
like leaves in a hurricane,
cellos burn like straw,
fingers napalm
lips paper.
Will you hail the second coming?
qazse 