they are trapped in the thou shalt nots
& forget forgiveness, quoting over & over
a book wiped away by the new covenant;
twisting theology to fit
their own brand of rightness
why are we silent,
opening our mouths only
to sing hymns, we
who love God but not the politics
that claim to own him
as if Jesus had a political party,
as if greed and hate were ever virtues
letting them borrow the appearance of faith
to whitewash inner wrongness,
forgetting the lessons
of the pharisees
their external purity
masking something old, dead
& very human
nothing divine lives
in those tombs
they call hearts
***I doubt this poem needs an introduction–we all know who it is for.
“twisting theology to fit
their own brand of rightness”
Biting, hard hitting, critical and the play on “rightness” is great!
“their external purity
masking something old, dead” evokes painted sepulchres
Thanks so much, Noel! Yes, I was thinking of the whitened sepulchers here (how the heck do you spell that–nothing looks right) when I wrote this. What I am most concerned about here though is that the rest of us stay so silent, and allow them to carry on this foolishness. Ugh.
Every age has its pharisees!
& we need someone to step forward in our ranks and dress these down.
Reblogged this on letting our voices erupt.
Thank you!
I do appreciate what you write! This is EXACTLY what I have felt, experienced and think. THANK YOU for VERBALIZING it! Susan! I am a lesbian—I was also brought up very strict Catholic, attended Catholic grade schools, high schools and Marquette U–and in 2 convents—it has been a long struggle…I also have a lesbian blog…heartofifigenia@wordpress.com I have received ONE very damning post on it—so…I do not advertise it much…but I am sharing it now…LOL…
Thank you for sharing this–I will stop by & take a peek soon….
I am sharing your POETRY on Facebook! It is GREAT! Thank you!
Thank you so much Johann!
Here! Here! Brilliant, clear, true, hypocrite exposing, awesome poem!
Oh, gosh, thank you–blushing & shuffling feet.
i like and i say bravo.
Thanks so much, Christopher
Well done, and my gratitude!
Thanks, Nelle. My pleasure.
It is hard to know who on Earth you could possibly be referring to. . . for I have been living on another planet the past thiry some odd years. 🙂
I like this but I will challenge one part of it. When you note at the end that “nothing divine lives/ in those tombs/ they call hearts” I would say that something divine does live there, the folks you mention are simply frightened of it, of its power.
Ahh–point well taken, and beautifully said.
I’d like to think that is true anyway.
I hope it is.
good and strong all the way through. i was with it almost right from the beginning.
Awesome–thanks!
You must know my ex~ 🙂
lol, know a few that fit this, unfortunately 🙂
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Bravo again! Yup, good idea. Facebooking this.
Oh, thank you for sharing this! Glad it spoke to you.