Petulant priests, greedy
centurions, and one million
incensed gestures stand
between your love and me.
Your agape sacrifice
is reduced to colored glass,
vapid penance, and the
tedium of ritual.
Your footprints yet
mark the crest of
billowing seas but
your joy
fades upon the tablets
of ordained prophets.
Visit us again, Savior.
Your children, burdened with
disbelief, blinded by a patina
of wisdom,
carom down this vale of
fear. We cry for you
although we have lost
your name.
Your agape sacrifice is reduced to colored glass vapid penance and tedium of rituals- - - Perhaps Maya Angelou thought that rituals have burdened true spirit of Christianity.
It took me sometime and gave me a lot of pleasure to sort this one out. I had heard of Terry Pratchett but had not read Discworld. She is so accurate voicing just how the two thousand years have diluted the life of Jesus Christ. In a strange way he is more famous than ever yet he has been absorbed into the commonplace.
Burdened with disbelief! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Petulant priests, greedy centurions, and one million incensed gestures stand between your love and me. A poem to save the world from violence and hatred.
Visit us again, Savior. ... We cry for you although we have lost your name.... beautiful prayer to the greatest Savior; yes; we are all your children and we are now living in the blinded knowledge with lame logic; So; we don't want to lose more the holy name of You; O Savior, please come and save us all
'We cry for you although we have lost your name.' - A fantastic conclusion to this beautiful poem. Posthumous congratulations to the poet on having her poem selected as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
Your footprints yet mark the crest of billowing seas but your joy fades upon the tablets of ordained prophets. We cry for you. a fine poem. tony
Footprints of our acts on earth! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A believer's trust in and love of Christ is never vapid. It is never weak. I don't know where these vapid people and preachers come from, but I have discovered much more vital and alive people in the churches I have attended and belonged to- -guess I'm a very lucky individual! ! !