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Religion's Failure
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If a person should offer you peace
and blameless ecstasy wouldn't you love them utterly? But Christ has not been represented this way. If a person should love you in such a way that your once pain-dimmed eyes grew bright with that quality of light found in cold mountain steams, wouldn't you turn your soul to that One as the yellow-fringed sunflower turns its black face to follow the sun? But Christ has not been represented this way. Have you ever seen the stern eyes of Christ staring from the walls of Saint Sophia, or glaring from icons painted by monks who hated their bodies? How can the one who was birthed by Love that Love might awaken love in Love have stern eyes? How can the one who suffered the world's hell for Heaven's effusive joy that immersed Him have stern eyes? How can the one who now lives in fountains of divine ecstasy have stern eyes? |
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Poem © Blake Steele 1996
Image © Blake Steele 2010 |
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