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A Poem on Catharsis for the Hubpatron of the Arts Contest
Soul Cleansing
Every human being, every sentient being, is, I believe, motivated by the need to be free from guilt and shame, and to walk in perfect unity with the Divine. The following poem seeks to explore the search for expiation in many faiths, and ends on what some may find a preachy note. For the writer is a person of faith so finds his own catharsis in the divine and human nexus called the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
There is much use of repetition such as "Watch the watching watchers". And one cannot help but notice the juxtaposition of the ancient with the modern. We hear of Mecca as well as Jeep Cherokee.
You get the feeling that you have taken a trip around the global village and landed back just where you started, another sermon on the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Except this time it's a poem. Enjoy.
Or at least take the journey before you hurl your darts at the unique religious perspective.

Catharsis
Peace O pilgrim of redemption road
Stretched at healing steeples
Hiked bloodied cloistered mountains
Streams high Tibetan village
Or muddy Ganges soaked
See the seeking seekers
Running running runners
Desert sands to Mecca
Round the Rock at Zion
Clean me clean me clean me
Herbal baths and fountains
Wash the washing washers
Guilt of guilty sinners
Introspection
Jurisdiction
No protection
Lost immunity
Psycho sanitising court
Mediation
Advocating
Intercession
Some Divine Referee
Some living waters end this drought
Some died clutching second chances
While the world passed by
Some stark raving mad at circumstances
Squeezed the coffers dry
Escape down Hollywood Boulevard
Disney Pixar 3D won the Oscar
NASCAR, Vegas, and Burger King
Olive Gardens and the Orient Express
To rehab washed out and washed up
Drugged up wasted high
White collar blue collar parson collar
Dodge Ram and Jeep Cherokee
Identity is a mask, mask, mask
Republican Democrat man in a tin hat
Amazon ecoman drinking chanting one song
Clean me mother earth clean me mother river
Ancient words and emblems
Eons of sacrifices
Oblations never ceasing
Hands upraised with praises
Love is locked in places
And mercy never enters
Wait the waiting waiters
Watch the watching watchers
Prophets stand and tell them
Wash ye and be clean
Long the client sessions
And ever long the sermons
Telling the same old story
One act
One lesson
One Lord, one faith, one baptism
One Roman cross removed the stain
The Godman set me free
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