Every
religion does something
with
the name of God.
Something
in slanderous reference to;
a
lesser god, a convenient god,
a
self-referentialized god,
or
an antropomorphized god,
like
the humanizing of domesticated house pets
but
with more shaded hypocrisy,
like
beautifying house pillows everywhere
that
are filled with the dirty laundry of lurid pasts,
that
live as the stash,
giving
substance to appearances.
adding
value to god's great presence,
creating
facades that depict our exaggerations
as
aspects and facets
of
our lordly ever loving god.
Steeped
in bountiful symbolic presence,
these
cymbals of god
provide
for our relationship with god.
In
all manner of relatedness,
god
approves or disapproves
as
all of god has been contextualized,
as
all of god's wisdom has been translated
and
put forth into verse and reason.
That
we can come to know of god
by
knowing for ourselves
of
god's convenient representation.
The
ripeness of religion
has
been our major supplier
as
the harvester of god as leader,
of
god as the riddle of perfection,
of
god as riddled with perfection,
of
a god as parade marshal
of
our procession through life.
There
is a perfect god
for
every circumstance.
Oh
bring to me the prayer
to
a god of interjection,
allow
me the song
of
a god of all circumstance,
may
I be of postures
of
humility and piousness
in
all my movements,
that
the god of entry
finds
me as a horn of plenty,
that
the keys to the city of heavenly abound
be
in the likeness of a god of familiarity,
that
I can go on into the story of god
and
be appropriately the continued servant
of
an informationally adept god
as
messaging should go
in
a godly format of revelation.
Find
me in the simplest of manner,
biblical
and righteous
for
the god of morality,
powerful
and merciful
for
the god of political opinion,
beneficent
and sublime
for
the god of superlatives,
ironic
and contradictory
for
the god of cynicism,
cheap
and trashy
for
the god on the rebound,
dramatic
and theatrical
for
the god of stage presence,
milieu
and genre
for
the god of affectations,
barren
and devoid
for
the god of low life,
chilled
and sparkly
for
the god of quenchers,
dismissible
and dejected
for
the god of no self esteem,
and
rejected and denied
for
the god of the downtrodden.
May
religion find for me
in
my weakest moment,
a
shoulder of supportive strength
but
not as an opportunity for conversion.
May
the humanity bleed through the deities
and
lift my spirit's hungry state.
May
I find belief to be anonymous
and
faith to be this vastness,
couching
vacantly in an empty bowl.
And
the light that is shown to me,
shows
through me,
casting
neither shadows nor remains.
For
it would be almost impossible
to
show me the detailed chemistry of something
but
all too easy supposedly
to
show me a god of religion . . .
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