Father/Son/Holy Spirit
An Easter poem about losing faith, daddy issues, and religious hypocrisy
You were reborn today
But I only remember you as a babe
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
I only see you as the child I never met
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You bear the wounds, I have them too
Holes in my hands, a burden upon my back
The weight of divinity is frightening
But you’ve been taken under by the current
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You’re righteously tortured
But you shirk the responsibility of a martyr
You refuse to die for my sins
But you want me to praise you for your good deeds
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I see myself in you
I see the worst parts of you in me
I know it’s possible to defy the Father
So why must you always pray to Him?
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You can’t come back from this
You’re not the son of God
You were bruised by a mortal man
I wasn’t there to save you
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Why can’t you see the curse?
Why can’t you see the easy escape?
Why do you make it so difficult to love you?
You tear my heart in half
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It’s hard work loving men like us
I could have been a good daughter, a better son
I don’t know who I am
And I’m beyond His reach
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I know how easy it is to refuse, so refuse him
I know how hard it is to try, but please just try
Cast aside you ego
See me not as some underling
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I know the way you see me
Traitor, silver coins warm in my pocket
Am I not just playing my assigned role
So that you might fulfill your great prophecy?
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I am wise
Wise enough to know a lost cause when I see one
Go to your tomb, lay down your head
I have no faith you’ll return to me
About the Creator
Rowan Riley
I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.
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