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The burden of faith (Free verse) by Bobjim

Faith can be a difficult thing, To trust in one as far above you, As you are to an ant. To pray to one who could, on a whim, Destroy you utterly, bless your works, Or ignore you entirely. And never reveal himself, But for the words of others. And then you must hold faith with these others too, Or the core of your faith would be eroded, Perhaps never to recover. You must consider the chinese whispers, For these will oft be all you hear of the miracles. The discounting of which, Could lead to the discounting of deities. You must listen to, believe in, and follow, In the teachings of all you hold as prophets, Or you detract from their holy task. And all commandments from above, Must be obeyed unerringly, Lest your soul be subject to eternal torment. Such is the burden of faith.

ALChemy 20-Aug-05/7:54 AM
Imagine 12 men (or maybe 11 men and a woman or heck even 3 men and a baby) were sat down in front of a tree and told that this tree is a manifestation of God. They were then asked to write a poem describing the tree. Some wrote and some didn't and one even hung himself over it. Eventually Three poems were chosen and the rest were either burned, hidden or confiscated and kept from the public by Catholics depending on which conspiracy you’re theorizing. Those 3 poems were then taken by their authors and taught to people in different parts of the world who all spoke different languages. After the authors' deaths they translated the poems into several languages and into many different versions with many different schools of philosophy on their meanings. All this being done under the influential meddling thumb of powerful politicians.
Now based on only a recent version of the three poems go into the world’s forests and find me that tree.

The real Bible was spoken in the loving words of mothers and father everywhere and passed down generation to generation.

I believe Jesus loves me not because the Bible tells me so but because my mother does and I don't really care who or what told her about Jesus.




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