New Poems: "Piety's Curse Dissolved" and "Words, Words, Words"

I hope to post soon about a recent trip to India. In the meantime, I'm simply posting two poems that I composed yesterday. I'm tempted to write brief explanations of each poem, but that would defeat the purpose of poetry. The poems need to speak for themselves.

Piety’s Curse Dissolved

The moon lit the sky

With a mysterious hue

As I walked among the

Dreams of my life.

The hue brought mystic clarity,

Allowing me to see

Beyond the heart clinching night

Of piety’s curse.

Piety’s curse,

Heavy dogma,

The millstone noose

Around the neck of the soul.

They claim to know God’s “word,”

yet “abomination”

Oozes from their pious attitude

Cloaked in syrup-feigning-love.

Oozing syrup,

Nausea,

Vomit,

Aversion.

I wanted to die with Christ and live,

But his pious followers murdered me

Before the denouement

of sacrificial love.

Now, this night, the moon’s hue

On an otherwise dark evening

Reminds me that love can

Live and sacrifice still, free of piety.

Wordless books on

Heartless shelves,

The bible-dogma of ancient days,

Dissolved in the moon’s light. Freedom.

Words, Words, Words

Too many words,

Public prayers

Overwhelm me with flighty activity

That bypass, ignore, the still small Voice.

The first mark of genuine prayer

Is Silence

Before Mystery.

But words get in the way.

Too many words,

God, word word word, God // God, word word word, God // God, word word word, God.

Father-God… // Father-God… // Father-God.

Uhm we just…Father-God…// Uhm we just… Father-God… //Uhm we just… Father-God.

Shut up! God doesn’t have to keep hearing Her name!

Shut up, Shut up, Shut up!!!

Too many words.

Shut up!

And leave room for God.