Religious Belief, A Product of God's Own (a poem of inspiration and reverence)
Religion, by any name, a product of God's,
His own chosen...this is His dominion,
Not to matter or dismiss, any fondest faith...
That of any choice, or of an opinion.
About this earthen globe, in barest skin or robe,
The greatest reverence, ours, so shown,
Bowing, bending, kneeling, honoring, by each one,
To be revealing...as their worship, known.
Such awful wars, lost lives, by huge scores,
Over choices made, this, of every society,
A terrible waste of human kind, by those,
To make up their minds, that, of each's piety.
Should brothers, sisters, upon this green earth,
Oppose with all our strength, muscle and sinew?
In greatest regards and of all desired respect,
As if so, none to object....must these wrongs continue?
Where would we be, as humanity, this world of diversity...
With no faiths, nor justly respected religions,
Amassed in an environment, no governing thoughts, or deity,
without love, or any worthy leader, in the decisions?
Would caring and sharing, have been ever a part...
The grace of our kind, that felt of the heart,
The advancing of our race, stagnant, and in disgrace,
Nothing to measure our pace, just to start?
Nothing but violence, taking that of all other men...
Living in hatred, all loathing, in a wrongful sin,
Destruction of every attempted progression,
All greed and lust, as this obsession, to begin?
The worship, the belief of a celestial higher power,
A creator of men, without these, would we descend,
Then to find true meaning, of a real hell on earth,
And... would this be our truest worth...to comprehend?
A caring God, one of such grace and loving kindness,
Perhaps some day...to absolve our blindness...
His precious gift to everyone, in His forgiveness,
As we, by our religious faith, do each, so live this.
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