Religion, as a word in Scrabble,
has very little value at all.
In the overall schemes of two-legged beasts,
its worth is incalculable in dollars and cents.
In the bony shadows of widows, and protruding
bellies of orphans stuffed from breasts of air,
its purity is proven when the lest of these are fed.
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Wow! How true. What a message Pat.
'protruding
bellies of orphans stuffed from breasts of air,' - what a descriptively sad line.
i agree with janice. great stuff - definitely a WOW!
Amen!
Another truth expressed from creative genius..
low mass . . .
the old priest believes more
than he remembers
religion to me is like the little girl in the stort -
when it is good it is very very good but when it is bad it is horrid
must echo janice re the power of that haunting image
great write pat
how true, can I save this one?
Powerful images in the last few lines - great stuff!
Good one poem, Pat. I must side with the famous philosopher WC Fields on this matter: ""...more people are driven insane through religious hysteria than by drinking alcohol."
I like this , Pat. Sorry I've not commmented in so long. Have a cold. I'll be back at it soon!
powerful stuff, pat.
Very good
and very Biblical, too.
Wow. I love the somber spiritual message at the end. I've been unwittingly admonished. Thanks. I needed that. Truth.
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