
A poem about our attitudes towards faith, using a celtic metaphor....
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 153 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 06-08-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2682729
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The Pool of Religion
Ignorance is our bliss,
Blind faith our eternal treasure
We carve our gods in our own image;
Our Narcissistic pleasure.
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We trout in the sacred stream,
We salmon in the holy pool,
We pollute the divine dream
We make all religion cruel.
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The hazelnuts of wisdom
Are buried in the mire
Our noses stir the bottom
Of the deep well of desire.
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The riverbed is hatred,
Ground from contentions bones
We've forgotten all that's sacred;
Our mouths still fling those stones.
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And if we look towards the surface
Reflected there is guilt;
So we churn the pool to ripples
And agitate the silt.
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Racism fills this murky pond,
Choked by the weeds of hate.
We, ignorant, in the water hang
And watch it all stagnate.
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Nature sends this warning;
To rid the pool of pain
Or She, with dreadful hand of drought,
Will still it once again.
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