On Logic and Faith
Dogma is Scary
Content and oblivious
Obediently, I walked the way that was preached to me
No questions
And I fell into trouble
When the answers refused to satisfy
Belligerent and confused
My faith was ceased
Walking away was simple
I would find the extraordinary
The cure
And remedy blind belief
Seal the door on childhood fantasy
And the math that I was versed in
Failed to challenge
I attached to the simple and the mundane
Hoping to find the glory in the hollow
Physicalist cares
I sprained my Spirit in the process
Leaping from compassion to rigidity
Cowering in the numbers that proposed
To explain my being
Obediently, I took to belief
No question
And the expectation that having faith
Meant shedding logic and reason sent me crawling out the window
Dogma is scary
It knows nothing of Love
And the Soul-less calculations that undercut Consciousness
sent me limping out the door
Numbers know nothing of Compassion
Dogma is scary
It knows nothing of Love
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7 Comments
Post a CommentGreat poem, Heather!
Good poem! I have always said that the reason I don't go to church is that it interferes with my relationship with God! :D
Very deep and wonderful piece, nicely written.
Heather, this one had me from the title. Granted, that alone could have led me to some trite and cliche'd observances, but I had faith of my own, seeing you as the author, that the stuff would be compelling.
Very cool. I'm definitely going back for seconds! :)
Interesting piece, I once heard the religion of our fathers, is not ours by blood but by faith. I know many who have felt these very words, its scary.
This is very nice! There were a few lines I really liked, such as "I sprained my Spirit in the process"...thanks for sharing this!
Nice poem, it got me thinking.