The Quest for the Divine


Twin pillars of what wisdom

Locked beyond the portals

Of the church door post?

So pure in whitewash

You can not pass the threshold

Less you swallow the imaginary host

In flesh and drink the blood

From priests who own and yet

Elect to serve the

Genuflected words of truth



I deem to serve my own priesthood

No man will holy me in vows

To an empty god who

Lives in churches walled

Within cold stone and

Fits to serve the reserved

The tamed and well behaved

Who bow unquestioning

To norms and have no heart to risk

The seeking of the true divine

Within the lonely longing time

Of limited life span

We spend ourselves

In quest for truth

With no returns or promises

To ever keep us safe.


© K J Barr


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