guilt
wraps around
this blood-crusted mind, hidden
behind Sunday Smiles
and stained-glass windows
the cost of salvation
becomes
faded green,
spills
into the collection bag,
and all shall be forgiven.
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guilt
wraps around
this blood-crusted mind, hidden
behind Sunday Smiles
and stained-glass windows
the cost of salvation
becomes
faded green,
spills
into the collection bag,
and all shall be forgiven.
the collection bag – a portmanteau similar to Pandora’s box
high tech toilet power
yep, very true.
Thank you for this poem. It’s perfect. Right on the money. 🙂
thank you for the inspiration!
i can take this one down if you prefer – just didn’t want it to get lost among all the clutter in my drafts section 🙂
Don’t take it down. 🙂
🙂
The hypocrisy that is organized religion. I love this. Great work, Miriam. I’m RTing this.
thank you; Daan! 🙂
p.s.: check out Terry’s site… this is what inspired it – you might have something to add, too… 😉
http://mobiusfaith.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/a-call-for-contributors/
Well said – and by comments everyone is in agreement. The ‘Church’ over here at present have many questions that need answering. Your last line all shall be forgiven – the philosophy that money can buy your way out on anything… well done lovely.
thank you, Jen! sad but true…
I loved this!
thank you, glad you did! 🙂
Another bulls-eye!
heh, thank you! 🙂
You’re welcome.