'My God' Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
'My God'
Why does your religion
have to disfavor mine
To speak to its converts
and prattle Divine
Foundations this slanted
are poised for a fall
Appeasing their zealots
who follow and maul
More killed by religion
in His holy name
Than famine and pestilence
ever can claim
The tenets left foreign
to God's true intent
Epiphanies barren
—all grace to relent
(Villanova University: December,2021)
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