The world is so full of religious intolerance. I am also speaking of ‘Christian’ folk whose misogyny can rival the intolerance of Muslim theology. I have experienced first hand this intolerance, from a crazy Baha’i, from ‘Christians’ in my own family, from Muslims, men and women, and from Jews. Each proclaims their religion as the ‘one, true’ religion. This brought forth the poem below.
Come to me.
Come to me,
Winged celestial beauty.
Come to me with your notched
Your silken roll of feathers.
Fly down into my hollowed-out soul,
Fill me with your sun-warmed glory
Nestle in my arms
And bring the curve of the horizon
Embraced in your outstretched wings.
I need no white bearded prophet,
No mumbled prayer, no gospel song
No hard church bench, no fast or
Festival to feel close to the Divine.
The glory of the universe,
Is embodied in your flight
As you tumble through heavens,
Ride the invisible thermals
Screech with joy at freedom
Fill your lungs with thin air
And play bumper car with an Eagle.
No hollowed bones to launch me,
Just tired soul to weigh down,
No soft plumage to feel the course
Of wind through glossy feathers
No hunting call to herald my presence.
My soul takes flight
The breeze lifts my spirit,
My eyes follow you,
And we will find that glory,
Transcend a sullen earth,
Transcend a mean humanity
And soar together into the blue eye of God.
(This poem was originally published in “Pitcher of Moon” by the author, Createspace, Amazon.com, 2014