People think strange things about their gods
Jehovah created the world in 7 days
He let his only son die on the cross to forgive our sins
You know Bumba vomited out the Universe
And all his son did was create ants
Ra was the sun,
I know bad pun,
But it's true
And Apollo drove the sun across the sky in a chariot
Raven stole the sun and threw it into the heavens
If you look down the throat of Krishna you would see the Universe
People follow all sorts of rules to appease their gods,
Give up certain meats
Go on pilgrimages
Remain chaste
Wear certain clothes
Self-mutilate
Give money
Pray or meditate daily
Shave their heads
Climb mountains
Build pyramids
Make sacrifices
Perhaps our gods are just that amazing
So worthy of our love and adoration
Forget for a moment
That they
Send plagues of locusts
Start floods
Allow plagues
Allow killing in their names
Let the poor remain poor
Let people live in the belly of whales
Watch women get stoned
And burned at the stake
Just because someone questioned their love of a god, their intentions, their heresy
When faced with all this most of us still bow our heads
Our gods are divine
This is all part of their plan
We believe, we trust, we pray
Others are more skeptical
They realize that just maybe
Gods are much like men
They are capable of good and evil
Love and hate
Joy, serenity, anger, jealousy
Chastity, lust
And in our gods we trust
But perhaps
We are divine too
Capable of amazing feats
Of fear and adoration
Like the Virgin Mary
Round with the idea of perfect love
Like Hercules
Able to walk on Earth and in Heaven
Like Buddha
Capable of right speech
Saturday, April 6, 2013
A Matter of Taste
I always expected to experience the world with words
Document each adventure with the scrawl of black ink
But as I was fated, instead I experience with taste
The fresh smooth flavour of uncooked salmon
The savoury delight of spice in the afternoon market
The pungent bite of sewer, or durian, I never quite know,
The dull catching flavour of early morning smog.
So many variations to dance across my taste buds,
Startling, disgusting, delighting!
The world is just delicious!
Document each adventure with the scrawl of black ink
But as I was fated, instead I experience with taste
The fresh smooth flavour of uncooked salmon
The savoury delight of spice in the afternoon market
The pungent bite of sewer, or durian, I never quite know,
The dull catching flavour of early morning smog.
So many variations to dance across my taste buds,
Startling, disgusting, delighting!
The world is just delicious!
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