Living in the Bible belt and being a Jew I have been asked many times to attend someones church and also to learn about Christianity. They, for the most are very curious about my beliefs. I have very little belief in God and none in religion. But it has brought to mind something I wrote a while back ;
Religion
From this place so disfigured by war
I look to the heavens for the god I abhor
Who would give of this green and quiet a place
Yet not teach us how for peace to embrace
To write is his book of death and despair
Of killing and torture and all of that fare
Of the falling of angels and losing of grace
Of arrows and spears and a great iron mace
We took this his book and read what we did
Of great seas of blood and truths that he hid
Of murder and death of children all lost
For him it is free for us it will cost
To live under his rule so cruel and so dark
To not see the light nor find his bookmark
To loose all of hope is what all have learned
And not to find love is what we have earned
It seems that we all must find our way
Without his good blessing or light of the day
To walk this path so narrow and long
No music, no laughter not even a song
Of triumph and loss, of pain and despair
And all this because he just does not care
To show us the light and bright burning sun
Instead all we have is a night never done
But we will go on and learn how to live
Learn how too love learn how to give
And walk through this time to reach a new day
And stand in his face and finally say
We need not of gods to show us the light
Of angels and devils, keep them from sight
No we are not children afraid of the dark
No this thing the universe is only our park
We will walk we want and go were we please
And never again to stand on our knees
No religion we need no church or no cult
No we are not children we are an adult
So to god and his minion, the Priest and the Pope
The Rabbi, the Imam and all of that scope
Goodbye as we walk alone in the night
For we are now God and we make the light
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