Blind Faith's Cant

one of questioning & hypocrisy

The rain pelted down in dark metallic umber

casting images of cloudy subjugation

blinding sunspots, misled images placation

peace offering to the gods fell on deaf ears

sightless rituals working within  part time beliefs

take a bath in holy water to be renewed

baptism cleansing protocol for illusion's sins

promises blank contracts to start afresh in virgin white

kneeling in blood soaked with wine, washes away the stains

call out his name in frenzied chants,

oh 'my God, why have you forsaken me'

say Amen to be healed whilst nailed to the cross

may tomorrow bring brillance to question again

religious experiences caste in stone upon a hill

raging torrents cascaded upon the boats afloat

      up hypocrisy' s creek without a  blessed paddle

streaming mountains of dissolution within blind faith

Author's Note

Yesterday was my sister's anniversary, it brought me to a dark & pensive place, this was the result.

Reviews

[Angel]

When my son died, a part of me died with him. I remember being told that I would resent when some well-wisher told me "I know how you feel"...but I didn't. I knew that they were just trying to tell me that they sorrowed along with me. I did resent being told that I ought to go get mental health counseling...what they really meant was that I ought to get drugs to drown my sorrow, and I couldn't do that.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't ache for my boy, who was only 35 years old, and who left a wife and two kids who loved him....
I know that dark and pensive place, my friend...I know it too well. I won't say "I know how you feel", because those are empty words that don't really mean much. I will say that you are loved...

[Frieda P]

Achingly sad story Angel, not sure how you keep the faith after all that....and thank you so much my friend.

[Angel]

Darling, it is only my faith that holds me together.

[Jack...]

It matters not what you believe, pain is pain, sadness is sadness and sorrow is sorrow. To lose someone you love is the greatest pain that I know, to have constant unaswered questions only adds to the weight of what rests on your shoulders. And unfortunately, there will always be an anniversary, and though the movement of time never changes, it seems at times it comes faster every year, even though we'd like nothing more than for time to cease and we never have to relive this sadness again. But that is not how it works.

Your poem shows the love you have for your sister, that unending feeling of affection for someone who still seems so close, and I would venture to say that she is. I can tell by your poetry that she is with you everyday, she touches you and speaks to you, though the actual words you may not here, you do understand.

Frieda, you are an amazing poet, you bring us everything in your wonderfully constructed pieces, happiness and sadness, laughter and tears, but most of all you bring us you, and that is a gift that is beyond wonderful. Very nicely done.

[Frieda P]

Your response is poetry in itself my dear friend, thanks so much for being you and always a great support....x

[Pete Langley]

Yes, we look for solace in any part of our being and background where we can find it...and all sedatives against sorrow let us down, including religion...because we are not superbeings, not immune. We are human, and cannot shake off love. Sorry, sweetheart, I`m rambling again. Very moving. P.

[Frieda P]

Always love to hear your ramblings sweet P...thanks so much for your kind thoughts.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh and PS, Blind Faith Cant what?

[Frieda P]

Cant as hypocritical jargon, are you pulling my leg, never sure with you!?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A play on words my Lady

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So sorry I didn't know about it being the anniversary of your sisters death. I thought you had been quiet. Funny thing is I think you share her with us and it feels like she IS here. As always this is such a wonderful work of art, words constructed like an oil painting by one of the Masters.

[Frieda P]

What a sweet and touching sentiment John, thanks so much, it brought a smile to my heart that you feel that way...x

[Troy Henson]

A truthful and raw piece Frieda. To have faith in someone and even ourselves can be a hard thing to do. We find ourselves let down so often in life that faith becomes forgotten.

Regards
Troy

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your thoughts here Troy, much appreciated.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Wow what a result. This is a dark piece full of so much anger. Hope you are ok though?

[Frieda P]

Always come up for air after the rant Gabe, thanks...

[Rob Santana]

Wow, there was a powerful energy working on this one yesterday. This packs a punch. Your words created incredible visuals in my mind. Stay strong my friend.

[Frieda P]

Nice to see you back on my page Rob, have missed you heaps, thanks so much!

[Rhiti Bose]

Dark, powerful, deep and strong.

Frieda, you are so good at penning emotions. This poem is beyond brilliant.

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks for your glowing review Rhiti, much appreciated.

[ms. barrie]

This write shows that you're not afraid to expose the deepest part of man's blindness in his faith,
Binding us to the rules set before us, those that judge use/condem us if we disagree
With their beliefs, while they themselves are well...hypocrites.

Your expansive use of language and your gift for words, weaving them all
Together, in rhyme, meter and incredible imagery...I will keep saying it...is
Truly astounding, Frieda, it's amazing! Keep that pen blazing with your fiery
Ink drops!

[Frieda P]

Truly humbled Barrie, you're too kind, always a pleasure to see you on my page, thanks muchly!

[icelandicblue]

I feel this one. Religion is too often used as a weapon and so much of it is really about control. It's the opiate of the masses and for so many of us it falls short. I know I've been AWOL lately but I think of you often and I am struck between the eyes by this piece.

[Frieda P]

"Opiate of the masses', how aptly put, one that does the same damage, thanks so much my friend, I know exactly why you've been MIA, no need for apologies...