#poem about religion

[blueywritespoetry]

I spoke to God in a parking lot.

I asked him why he did what he did

Why things happened, and to me

God said that the onus was on me

I sought knowledge and received it

Read voraciously and garnered vocab

And then I wanted to kill myself for years

I knew what was wrong in the world

What wasn't as fantastical as I was led

To believe it could be

God said that the onus was on me

And I failed in being complacent

While being entirely inactive

I fought God in a parking lot

Punched him square in the nose.

Nothing happened. I was weak

I asked him why I was so fragile

God said it is because beautiful things

Are so rarely robust, and almost always

I said he was a misogynist, and he smiled

Man was made in the image of Me, after all.

[writersbeware]

An Almighty God

If not for an almighty God who could have created the earth? Speak to me not of inventors, researchers, scientists. Their works are both improvement and ruination. Humans, thanks to God, have the ability to think, yet we frequently do not. Sunday rolls around and we find excuses We run hither and yon, never stopping for even one moment to give thanks to the One who breathed life…

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"I BELIEVE THERE IS A GOD. BUT I'M NOT SURE HE STILL BELIEVES IN US." // MUSINGS ABOUT GOD

Vi Khi Nao Fish in Exile // pinterest // Ada Limón The Echo Sounder, from "Lucky Wreck" // Mitski Bug Like an Angel // Margaret Atwood Half Hanged Mary // Ethel Cain American Teenager // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Elle Emerson Regarding the Röttgen Pietà // Yves Olade Belovéd // Kim Addonizio Wild Nights from "Tell Me" // Jensen McRae Machines // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Anna Kamienska A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (tr. Clare Cavanagh) // Tom Waits Day After Tomorrow // pinterest // Lauren Camp Upon Taking the Universe One Thing at a Time

[trickstersaint]

in which you are seven years old and trying to dislodge the chunk of apple in your throat // october 22 2023

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

When He keeps quiet, who then can condemn? - Job 34:29

Psalm 102 - Semler / Half-light: Collected Poems - Frank Bidart / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath / Greywaren - Maggie Stiefvater

[poemsonmars]

my new therapist tells me

that we need to do a

depression assessment.

during it, she asks me

if i believe i am being punished.

i ask her, "punished by who?"

and she shrugs at me.

i tell her, "i would have to

believe in a god of some sort

to believe that someone

could be punishing me."

she scribbles something down,

looks away from her paper,

tries to make eye contact,

asks me, "hypothetically,

if there were a god, would you

believe you're being punished?"

and it takes what feels like

an eternity of silence

for me to answer her.

i swallow the lump in my throat.

i settle my stomach

with the palm of my hand.

i do not meet my therapist's eyes.

i tell her, "there is a reason

i don't believe in god anymore."

-mars

[smply-sktchng]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 74 with Excerpts from Mystic by Sylvia Plath

“The air is a mill of hooks —

Questions without answer

…

I remember

The dead smell of sun…

Once you have seen God, what is the remedy?

Once one has been seized up…

…

Used utterly…

What is the remedy?

…

[egharcourt]

They say there’s no scene that humanizes Jesus more than his prayer at Gethsemane. Matthew, Mark, and Luke all reiterate the same desperate plea: “Take this cup away from me.” Luke goes even further in describing Jesus’ agony, so tangible it manifested as sweat that fell to the ground like drops of blood. It’s almost theatrical, in a way— the composed Christ inconsolable, the faithful Martyr faltering. 

But I know that anguish is not ephemeral. For it festers within you, bursts out from you when you can control it no more, and ends with you. They only see the eruption. We hear about Jesus as a precocious child, questioning his earthly parents, “Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?” Does knowing his Father mean knowing his demise? Did that comprehension come later? Was he as oblivious as Issac then, asking his father on their journey, “Where is the lamb for the burnt offering?” At what point did he realize that he was the lamb that God had provided? When he learned that fate meant him to die did he realize it entailed such cruelty?

It’s perfectly reasonable if he didn’t. The sacrificial lamb is always adored. Without blemish, without broken bones, without fault. They dote upon you like a prince until they pin you to the chopping block. Your father nurturing you with a knife in one hand, saying, I love you so much that I’ll let you bleed out for God. 

And you’ve internalized it. You’ll cry when you see the altar, but you’ve long ago conceded that you can’t escape doom. So you bargain to make it a little more endurable, to meet the end with a bit more poise and dignity. It’s the final resolute “May your will be done.” It’s Issac struggling in his binds until his strength is spent, taking one last glance up at Abraham to whisper, Make it hurt less.

"Elegy for the Messiah by the Sacrificial Child-Lamb on the Altar", E. G. Harcourt

[captainfairygodmother]

Am I going mad, or is this poem genuinely Good Omens coded?

"I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be:

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars, my joys & desires."

-William Blake, "The Garden of Love"

[diaryofruchita]

ruchita, from Letter to Evie

[blueywritespoetry]

I never thought I was an optimist.

I saw the world as fairly dark

with bright spots only there to cast

a shadow across those lesser.

however I choose to hope.

I choose not to believe in a God

because if this is a world He deemed

"good"

then he cannot be as "good" as he claims

and if this all is in my best interest

God can go fuck himself.

I choose to believe in natural benevolence

believe we are not doomed nor destined

I believe we have hope.

[writersbeware]

My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord

I never believed those words, From a psalm we sing at church, Applied to me. I was the outcast The odd one out The unlovable one, according to my parents. I held onto hope That something would happen To change my life’s circumstances But my thoughts Barely made a dent In where I was going. All it took was a glimpse Of a future filled with love A future with the man who’d become my…

[asoftepiloguemylove]

RELIGION AND SUPERNATURAL

unknown // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Mitski Bug Like an Angel // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Lingua Ignota NO. 1 / FORGIVENESS // The Rapture from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. Charles Beeson // BELOVEDVIOLENCE a search for God // Paint It Black from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John F. Schowalter // Ethel Cain Inbred // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // John 11 1-45 from "The Holy Bible" // We Happy Few from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John Badham // Ethel Cain Sun Bleached Flies // Inherit the Earth from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John F. Showalter // Tom Waits Day After Tomorrow // Don't Call Me Shurely from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. Robert Singer

[trickstersaint]

musings on prayers gone unanswered // september 21 2024

[i-think-i-loved-them-all]

my mother and Mary

bore lambs

at about fourteen

but Mary, how did you bear

raising yours for slaughter

when my mother could not bear

raising me at all?

away, unknown, no crib by her bed

i would not compare to my Savior

but just to say

i may not see thirty-four either

[bleedingfromeveryorifice]

TITHING

But you are a compassionate

And gracious God,

And I, your humble lamb.

So when I turn 10 months old

And start to defy,

Take me to the slaughterhouse

And I will comply.

Let me be stunned and sticked

And let me bleed as a reminder of your tenderness.

Let all that you do to me

Be done in love.