Caricamento in corso...
, by Zbynek Burival
Robert L. Martin

Religionless

The poor man with no religion,
with nobody to tell him who his enemy is,
or what label to be classified under,
or what despotic leader there is to punish him
for disobeying his man-made mandates,
and to burn in hell for making his own decisions,
 
the poor man with no religion,
with only just a love in his heart for God
and a strict adherence to his own conscience,
his innate dividing line between good and evil,
following the commandments directly from God,
his charity and good will ingrained,
his religion whose doors are open
in his soul from dawn to dawn
and not only on Sunday Mornings,
 
the poor man with no religion;
no Methodism, no Hinduism, no Catholicism,
no Islam, or no Presbyterianism in him.
He must be lost with no label attached to him.
He must not know that he has to have one to love.
He has to open the windows to his soul
only when his religion says he can
and he has to be prepared
to battle all other religions’ doctrines.
 
Or he can just remain being himself,
loving God and obeying his conscience
that comes directly from God and not
filtered through different religions
that are all at odds with each other.
 
Love is the consecration of all religion
and the ladder to keep climbing
to be intimate with God in his Holy Kingdom.

This is a bit sarcastic, but I was just getting rid of what's been bothering me for a long time, getting it off my chest.

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