Religion As The Deadly Sin ( a poem by David H. Roche)

Born to Trouble

Religion As The Deadly Sin

A tether on my spirit

hobbles on my feet,

blinders on my eyes

bitter when I eat.

I heard the Lord singing

and I wanted to dance;

but getting caught by religion

I lost my chance.

Now in my troubles whenever I pray

I cling to my treasures

of wood, stubble and hay;

turning my back on the Temple within

I chose religion...

that was my sin.

A tether on my spirit

hobbles on my feet,

blinders on my eyes

bitter when I eat.

The Spirit of Life
was removed from the throne
and in it's stead were built
temples of stone.

Temples of stone
instead of Spirit and bone;
I traded Spirit and Life
for temples of stone.

Poetry and art by David H. Roche (C) 2016

I kind of like this poem and am continuing to work on it changing this and that as you may have noticed.  Check back and see how it goes.