The Picture of Truth

If God is there, wherever you say

I won’t deny it for a lack of proof.

But if a God is looking down

Surely it must think us the goof.


We try to claim in their name

That ours is the religion of his choice.

When all this is in Honest Truth

Is a lot of silly, disturbing noise.


What superstition each of us uses

To declare ourselves Holier Than Thou,

Is not of any real concern to them

As much as the Here and Now.


Yes, my friends, quibble and fret

Over the books that we have written.

When the only Truth held by God

Is who has killed and been smitten.


It’s our lives that matter the most

Not who stands in their God’s saddened eyes.

There is no ranking of religions

They All are nothing but imagined lies.


The only truth is the self-evident one

The one that we all hold inside.

Not the one that we use to conform

Others that are on our outside.


That we live in peace with each other

And give utmost support, nothing more,

Will tickle the Gods bare feet the most

And open up the vast Heaven’s door.


All the rhetoric and hypocrisy too

Will not gain us in our vast visions.

We can chant and convince ourselves

Of any distorted sort of delusions .


We make it an art and call it faith

But really it is nothing Divine.

If we beat and kill each other in its name

We haven’t evolved beyond swine


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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