Brethren Unseasoned Poem by Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.

Brethren Unseasoned



Dwellers in wilderness pathless
in daily grind, in plight hapless
Gone from only Home...
mournfully luckless.
Rooted in homelessness,
tainting the ocean of
purest Perennial Truth
with toxic sludge
of ungodly notions,
poisoned sooner
than taking pleasure
in the breath of Life...
Silenced earlier
than enjoying Gifts celestial...

Oh, how I despise
modern ungodly thought!
"Reality" without God? !
Despise the heedless
irreligious advice!
Dechristianized, paganized
profane frivolity!
Periphery of pointless,
fruitless insanity,
hunting for a "flash" of reality
while lacking the fuel
flowing of charity...
Without searching
for the bedrock of God
is to chase and follow naught.

A "home" of man without God -
air-drying itself lavishly
in its declared futility,
(overall sterility)
In the service of "tolerance"
Sacred Christian Creed
is all but with awe
decreed... and tolerated
the voice of
virtue farsighted violated!
Instead the chasm between
right and wrong elucidated,
the dichotomy foolish
of "left and right"
with serpent's tooth elevated;
And, wisdom ageless of virtue
and purity - denigrated? !

Despise secular
advice and thought
the "minds" that
self-importantly fob
proud, as a peacock, mob.

Words! Rise above the merely literary!
Deeds! Surpass the ordinary!
"Words" - the would be - Swords...
of all eras are a contemporary...
Disbranching, chopping,
uprooting Serpent's plot.

Bask! In the Light of virtue and verity!
Feed! On verdant pastures of Infinity...
Tearing down sky-high mount of iniquity.

Is there not an illumination
in earthlings' absurdity?

Friday, December 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: christianity,virtue
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