religion begs a need for god
to temper our misdeeds;
our tendency toward the non-challant,
our pettiness and greed
with promises of heaven given,
threats of certain hell.
as tho 'creation's crown', thus bound
were less than infidel!
as tho a soul compelled or coaxed,
or other wise coerced,
were not a mercenary, - hoax!
as tho a soul well versed
in ALL the ways of love were not
more holy and preferred;
whose heights religion can't ascend
or claim a single word
of that intrinsic scripture;
nor a purer aim design.
for love precludes religion's need;
itself, the goal defined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moon? At first upon reading, I said, 'Huh? '...LOL. It's not an easy read. BUT, I get it. Nice. L