Hackneyed Narratives Poem by DM W
Hackneyed Narratives
Hackneyed narratives no longer speak to me.
I now prefer more nuanced, abstract ways.
From the perspective of a surrealist,
Heaven seems like a smear of bleached light.
No prayers have ever merged into glory
Not one. We keep on sending them up
They rise like smoke signals into nebulous skies
In time, the wind will blows away our footprints.
Friday, December 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,surreal
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5/8/2024 10:23:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aha. Thats what i am talking about. Religion satan beliefs are all a state of mental illness in people. God exist since scientifically things have to have a beginning but the one we create in scriptures is a human creation. No wonder we pray without answers. We were given the knowkedge of science to live so lets live in peace and love. The rest is politics. Thanks for sharing.
I have my moments of doubt Deluke. As a former philosophy student, I was taught to question many assumptions. Consequently, I defintely couldn't say that science provides all the answers.That in itself seems to be a form of bad faith. Are you perhaps a scientific expert? If so, you might have an argument to back up your claims, but they sound like sweeping generalisations to me. My German friend has a Ph.D. in Theology...perhaps you could chat with him.