Religious History - Poem by chuck Hurley
The old came out of the ages dominated by men
Then the new God but dominated by males once again.
In the old, the male ego quickly took hold
The new took a Messiah of gender, so I have been told.
I would think a Messiah would be gender free
Or least recognize the other best part of humanity.
But the angel came to Mary and told about the event
That she was to be a virgin for the gift to be sent.
The story of the birth had to have appeal for the poor
The multitudes becoming believers who needed even more/
A circumcision an important Jewish time
One that was always recorded along with the miracle of wine.
The first believers also needed the miracles as a sign
Yet we see them on television all the time.
Such a memory for details of long ago
What happended to the 'Father Joseph; I would like to know.
Every Jewish birth is recorded in the family synagogue
The boys name at an eartly time certainly was not Lord.
I understand the name Christ was Kristo from the Greek logic
They who were well known for the mythologic.
Paul who was really Saul went to Jerusalem for his own revision
He needed his thoughts validated when he had no circumscion.
Why is there a lack of last names or at least those used
A family name the most important cultural tradition never refused.
The believers followed by Catholicism (East-West) and reformation
Then Christanity started by Martin Luther in the German nation.
Any religion that offers peace, salvation and everlasting life
Is a magnet for the multitudes who have to endure daily strife.
The seed was pure but time ended up being cruel
The papcy of power that failed to heed the 'golden rule''
Believers and those of faith need have no fear
Christianity came at the end fo reside without a tear.
The world is perefect but ruled by imperfect men
Their self interest is prime and seldom does not bend.
Power is the sin to be addressed but by whom
The heads of religions and nations offer no keys for another room.
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