You frighten them
this brightness
of your truth
you burn like a Saint
yet they call you a fanatic
you speak
and women weep with joy
The skies
darken with angels
Some see you as
the Dove of Peace
others a sword of flame
Which is the truth?
or perhaps in discarding
that wedge of flesh
you have forgotten
the crush of hunger
centuries of lives
calling your name
only to fall
on deaf ears
copyright Sherry Obsheatz
2 comments:
Oh how religion makes us all crazy..but not without warrant. This is beautiful, and the ending SO powerful. Nice work.
Very well written! Beautiful!
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