This is… beautiful!

Barking In The Dark

Nature is my staff                  

The Universe my rod

I find religion’s  notion

Of what God is

To be odd

 

The first Gods were creations

By people who could see

That there are things far greater

Than them, or you, or me

 

These Gods – they represented

The “spirits” all around

The thunder, lightning, rainfall

Trees, fish, the sacred ground

 

The Aboriginal people

Thought these – and more – “divine”

Respected all their power

And took them as a sign

 

And somewhere in antiquity

Someone with big ideas

Thought if these engendered awe

They’d then engender fears

 

And so it came to pass

That someone else built on that plan

And shifted awe of nature

To awe of some “sky man”

 

No longer were the spirits

Of mountains and of trees

Revered as sacred beings

That brought men to their knees

 

Instead the temple…

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    • Hey PT, do you recall our conversations regarding Facebook? Well I made the mistake of linking to Barking In The Dark’s post there, and here is one of the responses:

      Bishop J. wrote: “That is a very sad commentary to human kind. because of this kind of thinking millions of unborn babies are murdered, grown men can sleep with little boys, and women are used like objects as people sit at home safe from the world looking at xxxx picture an imagining themselves with some who is not there. Sexual acting out causes our own mind to war against itself, yet many think themselves brilliant spouting what appears to be wisdom. it is only mental masturbation, and why not they do it physically as often as they can with world wide access. Please Lord let our people think instead of hiding in the DARK!!! Nothing but Love can heal the fractured heart/mind. Grace, Mercy, and Peace to the readers.”

      To which I responded:

      The poem that I linked to ends with: “In this matter Barking in the Dark in no way wishes to diminish anyone else’s belief system. I am merely stating my own.” Yet despite the eloquence and decency of the poem’s words, it has been answered with an attack proving true the part that says: “Instead the temple priests, Who figured out the game, Co-opted all that well-placed fear, And misplaced it in “His” name.” Sad. So very sad.

      “Bishop J.” is my nephew, and “Bishop” is not the name my sister gave him when he was born. Of course, I guess it’s better than the “Prince Kalefah” he used to try to get people to call him. 😕

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      • Sad. Twenty years or so ago, I came to admit I was an atheist. I gave up the description of agnostic and accepted that I just do not believe in any gods. And talk about having an mental atheistic epiphany! It was as though a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders, from my body. I knew and still know in every fiber and cell of my body that there is no deity of any kind, except for science and physics. Those are my gods as we are all intertwined via the sciences.

        I have never been happier than I was and still am by accepting the fact that I am an atheist.

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        • Well said Michelle. I feel pretty much the same way, though I’ve never been comfortable accepting any kind of label. It just feels so… limiting, like a character definition I’m now compelled to fit myself to. I don’t know if you read my replies to Pied Type, but I expanded upon the second on in Noise Pollution

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  1. I’ve read this on his blog . ( I ‘m a subscriber) I’m a practicing Catholic , believe in God, but I do understand his POV. There are just so many stuff in the Bible that I can’t believe in.

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