A young child experiences awe for a rainbow,
The clap of distant thunder,
Dew embracing the ground during a crisp early spring morning,
And a starry sky.
But a young child cannot distinguish between the genuine truth and beauty of Creation,
And the lie of that which is made by man’s hand.
The spiritual freedom of childhood is often lost in adulthood.
As I left behind my childhood,
My innocent awe was erased,
And replaced with a deep and misguided religiosity.
A poor man is easy prey to those who are crafty as a fox,
and are inclined to entice him with fool’s gold.
A man denied a woman’s ****** love will succumb to those who do not honor humanity’s soul,
And instead are merchants of its flesh.
Likewise, a man hungry for the divine is susceptible to the charms of idolatry,
As is a serpent to the enticing melody,
Seeping freely from the charmer’s flute.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
A young child experiences awe for a rainbow,
The clap of distant thunder,
Dew embracing the ground during a crisp early spring morning,
And a starry sky.
But a young child cannot distinguish between the genuine truth and beauty of Creation,
And the lie of that which is made by man’s hand.
The spiritual freedom of childhood is often lost in adulthood.
As I left behind my childhood,
My innocent awe was erased,
And replaced with a deep and misguided religiosity.
A poor man is easy prey to those who are crafty as a fox,
and are inclined to entice him with fool’s gold.
A man denied a woman’s ****** love will succumb to those who do not honor humanity’s soul,
And instead are merchants of its flesh.
Likewise, a man hungry for the divine is susceptible to the charms of idolatry,
As is a serpent to the enticing melody,
Seeping freely from the charmer’s flute.
An excerpt from my novel Shards Of Divinities (on Amazon)
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