the closet-clergy

the closet-clergy

A Poem by delapruch
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see the note for reviewers.

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whether you like it or not, your priest, your pastor, your minister,

your clergyman

of whom you hold the utmost regard,

whose very advice

you secretly tell yourself has been inspired by

the lord your god &

maybe even “jesus” himself,

may in fact hold a very

deep

dark

secret---

your clergyman or woman may have come to the

rational

conclusion,

a long time ago,

that what it was that they went to seminary for,

that what it was that they themselves thought in the deepest reservoir of their hearts,

that the pure unadulterated faith

which they once held onto like a child does their mother’s hand

when walking in the city,

which they once thought was so obvious &

real,

is nothing but a cheap hoax of the most serious kind,

&

that it is all a

lie---

at best, this lie which they are still taking part in,

is one which they think brings comfort to their

flock,

it pays their bills,

above all, they have no idea what they would do

if they turned their back on the whole sham now,

after

wasting

half

their

life

peddling religious smut like a pimp on a street corner.

 

huddled in their corner at home,

locked up in the closet,

they bite their nails and bear upon their backs the weight

of the lie growing like a cancerous tumor---

they may have friends who are clergy,

with whom they can speak of losing faith in a roundabout

manner,

by which both parties are made to feel more comfortable

when the ambiguous nature of a conversation finally gets down to the

nitty-gritty,

that this sham

this character was NOT born of a virgin

that this character did NOT walk on water

never cured a leper

never turned water to wine

never turned a few fish & a loaf of bread to a feast for

thousands &

was never crucified, dead & buried only to

rise again.

 

inside their minds is an explosion ready to awaken

millions

that finally, even the prime liars in this campaign of

deception that has lasted a few thousand years

is

breaking---

it is all a matter of time before the technology that we

have produced as a species cures our very fear of

death &

without the fear of death,

you will no longer need to be a slave to these

charlatans

that continue to beat you senseless with their

poorly written fiction.

 

get ahead of the curve &

scrap it all before your shepherds do,

making you look like the sap that you presently

are.

© 2011 delapruch


Author's Note

delapruch
get ahead of the curve &
scrap it all before your shepherds do,
making you look like the sap that you presently
are.



"Preachers who are not Believers"
Daniel C. Dennett and Linda LaScola
Center for Cognitive Studies
Tufts University, 2010

LINK:http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/Non-Believing-Clergy.pdf

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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..