Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sacrilige


When people talk about God
I judge them
a little. It’s wrong of me, I know
to put them in a jar
with all those young medieval knights
writing sonnets because someone told them
sonnets were what knights wrote.
I picture open-jawed men
serpents sliding through tents
while they baptize one another
in muddy rivers, children
singing Jesus loves me this
I know.
You don’t know anything
neither do I, we will die and then
know less
probably

I hesitate to put this poem up. I do not intend to offend anyone, it is part of my musings in my notebook and not a full representation of how I feel. No poem ever is. Hopefully it will slip by unnoticed since it is Sunday and you all should be at church anyway.

1 comment:

  1. Good for you (wow, I just realized I made a typo and wrote "God" instead of "Good." That's subtle!) for putting it up. I don't think you are being judgemental, you are simply wondering why in order to substantiate your own belief system. But hey, what do I know? I'm not at church either!

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