Searching for god

Searching for god

A Poem by anartao

I went to seek out god above

to offer up my heart

When searching for divinity

where does a mortal start ?

So i headed to Golgotha’s hill

and stood below the cross

I observed the blue eyed effigy

that mimics man kinds loss

Light of hair and pale of skin,

no child of Palestine

And i turned away disheartened

for here only falsehoods would i find


So i turned towards Jerusalem,

surely within those hallowed streets

But all i found were blood and tears

that pooled around my feet

A city full of spectres

bearing the mark of anothers hand,

and amidst the hate and killing

I knew that God had left this land


So I turned to the Vatican City

Surely a state in his design

But all i found were rooms of gold

and men blinded by its shine 

Spreading dogma and conformity,

destroying cultures as they please

Whilst robed and jeweled jackals

feed off those on bended knees

The Pope sealing his lips with thread,

a tradition renewed again,

with killers and rapists peering out

from underneath his hem

And everywhere it seemed i searched,

again and again the same

An absence of the spirit 

but an abundance of the name


At last in desperation

I tore the heart from out my chest

And in that moment realised 

just how we’ve all been blessed

For God dwells deep within our hearts,

a divine flame burns inside

A sacred bond with life itself

and the love that it provides

It speaks to us directly,

no need for others for translation

And it speaks to all on equal ground,

oblivious of station

So instead of searching outwards

let the journey start within,

and walk the path you find yourself

and cherish all it brings

For we are all reflections

in the twinkle of her eye,

and naught on earth is without him,

from the lowest to the high

  

© 2013 anartao


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Fabulous! I enjoy how you tell the tale and take me on your journey to heart's center or as I like to call it a love with no need for translation.

I have taken just such a journey of my own building a shrine to my own divinity. Do you hear it?

The sultry voice of redemption
A heart decided


Posted 11 Years Ago


Damn good write. You are awesome with description /imagery.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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anartao
anartao

Sydney, Australia



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