Purposeless, chained to a wife,
Turns into idolatry,
Man abhors a vacuum life,
A spicy mistress is Mystery;
Out of the earth and out of sod
Man conjures up a hideous god.
Man in his futility
Makes sacred utility
Into drab humanity
Drags down Divinity;
Out of a stable, out of sod
Man conjures up a loving god.
Cruel and unjust society,
Gripped with gross inequality
Needs sacred commodity,
To justify brutality;
Stupid like meat, heavy like cod,
And readymade - a cruel God.
Mystic fables are then made
Of the wine and of the bread,
Stories of a virgin maid
Mothered a babe though unwed;
Stupid like meat, heavy like cod,
And readymade - a loving God.
Endless myth when you read it,
Argument to argument,
Reason for/against the spirit,
Resurrect every moment;
Tic-tic-tic, seeds in a pod,
Like a dead and dried up god.
You the branches, I the vine,
And it all looked very fine,
I am yours and you are mine,
And the water became wine.
Dead and dried seeds in a pod,
Tic-tic-tic - and there was God.
G. E. Gorfu
A refined poetic imagination, G. E. G. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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Thank you. I like your poem, Love Lust.