Searching for godA Poem by anartaoI 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 anartaoReviews
|
Stats
152 Views
2 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on January 15, 2013Last Updated on January 15, 2013 AuthoranartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
|