After Fasting Forty Eons in Religions’ Wilderness
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The time for certain songs is past for most
Of us. While having ripened, we have lost
The need for certainty. We cannot host
Belief in Sinai stone or Pentecost.
We wish that we could act beneath the flames
Of tongues of fire or, better, holy force
Inside a temple, best, though, sacred names
Unspeakable and from the highest source
Beyond the realms of iridescent Christs
And Buddhas. Somehow minds have slowly grown
Resentful of religions’ vision heists.
We do not need a mystic on a throne.
Instead we long for facts to show the way.
We want to know, to face the truth, not pray.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Mar 21, 2025 | RE |