Mighty Mysteries Poem by Andy Brookes

Mock macabre musing, do we see what fools,
little souls we become? blaspheming bilious breaths
lost upon the oceans deep blue blades
jigsaw pieces living charades
spirits baffled at our nonacceptance of each other
we wander, wasteful wondering wraiths

axe splits the tree, the circle broken, Rubicon crossed.
roots retreat, restless seeking phantoms we call truth
reaver's ravaging things we hold dear.
burn the scriptures and what is left but empty ashes.

so, Jew, Gentile, Muslim, knock at a different entrance to heaven
God says there is but one door.
settling ponderous sins to weigh burdened backs of believers
torturing souls, having no meaning but misunderstanding
all the blood that falls and spills speaks not of love,
nor of the divine,