Religion is a system that is man-made,
A recourse born from inner human need
To find in Man's being wherein stayed
A sanctum that by nature yearns indeed
For a higher Reason that somehow knows
How the galaxies move in a set order,
Who holds whatever, whoever comes and goes-
Above and beyond all existing power.
In each man the truth lies there in his heart
In that space of the heart only meant to be
Filled by the One Who alone can impart
The completeness of being, for eternity.
So men sought Him in their own finite ways-
That resulted in the birth of vain religions.
Some, by ill motives, their teaching sways
Toward terror and control and into destruction.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.29.16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopefully science and reason will soon replace the ignorance and evil of religion. Well written, Cynthia