Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Poem: The Forest, The Tree, The Sapling and Seed

The Forest, The Tree, The Sapling and Seed

A gift, renowned.
We fail to see, religion is the end.
It is God as one, that unifies...
And it is we that must transcend.

No faith shall rise when religion kills,
it is the act of man.
From God , the gift, of conscious thought,
that is where we all began.

To hide behind - institution and ritual,
and cast a heavier stone.
God gave us the choice, to rise above,
yet we side and say – “they’ve thrown.”

When blame is just and indifference is kind,
we huddle beneath a symbol.
When masses agree and truth does flee,
we find our conscience to be - quite nimble.

Copyright April 2010 Gary Pilarchik

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