Petrified Truth - Poem by James Tipp
The journey of a people who say they belong to God,
Their lens on life is only made real by this encounter.
Everything is distilled through this focused lens, regardless.
Reason plays no part, faith is the arbiter of truth and truth is?
Truth is that God cannot be wrong cannot change, neither can they,
Rooted in traditions that saw the world as flat, sickness as punishment,
A patriarchal society that dominates the other fifty percent of humanity.
Enlightenment, reason science, progress are words not used, anathema.
So each faith community is guilty of double talk and immobility,
We are sorry to de-humanise you and insult you, but its in love.
Some do not seek to disguise their intentions, its done in hate.
However its done, it remains a blight on the face of humanity.
The great seekers of truth and God must be mystified and hurt.
It was to be so simple, love, care, trust and compassion, eternal seeds
Which die in a parched land of doe's and don't s a petrified truth.
(c) J Tipp Jan 2015
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