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By Callous, Unrelenting Reason Cursed

By callous, unrelenting reason cursed, I stand aside and watch the Sunday throng Of true believers gone to quench their thirst With wine so fine it nullifies all wrong. Or so they feel and go about each day  With disregard and reassurance pure That, care or not, the sin is washed away: The wine the blood, the bread the flesh, the cure. But blinded by theirs wines that do not blend They see in others little of true worth. Consumed by hatreds they cannot transcend, They've terrorized each other, scorched this earth. And so, alone, with parched throat and my fears, I've stood through minutes, hours, days, and years.

Copyright © January 2001 Bill Grant

Additional Notes:
If this poem gives you the impression that I'm not especially fond of organized religion and "true belevers"... your right. But also, I do envy the ease with which one can traverse through life by being a "true believer" and wish that I had that ease in my life.


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