see man as a god to be worshipped.
A blasphemy upon this earth.
Unfettered from him, mind awhirl.
She fought the deep for that one pearl.
As images repeated in her mind.
Bringing yet again the most unkind
and intimate of all denials.
Seeking yet again to find heart-love.
With churches bleeding kingdoms dry.
Their suffering was never cried aloud.
Martyrs first, and then named saints.
Their agony, without complaint.
Holy wars that never found an end.
Tortures that the gods would never send.
Implanted by the weakest souls of men.
Forcefully emblazoned, like the brands of animals.
Having nothing much at all to do with soul.
Even as their hearts were frozen over.
Accepting man as if a god.
The darkness of the night was trod.
Light leaking through within a vast relief.
Ablaze within the heat, to find release.
To ease a deity of feeling back into
their weary hearts again...
? Michaelette ?
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