By Amrita Valan
Faith, a Name for Hope
We all worship differently At the altar of God Heaven allures Earthy blue green beauty A labour of love Needs to satiate a Wanderlust An Eden, El Paradiso Swarga dham A better place to go Across the bridge Spanning Time And eternity We long for reassurance Searching seeking Hoping praying Wishing at the sacred well Wailing by the stone wall Imaginary altars of God. We all worship We all kneel Before the beautiful knowledge Somethings are upon faith.
He could have used his Influence, Made things better for us A swish and a flick Of Divine intercession Patriarchal privilege? Would a Heavenly Father Deny grace? Grace shouldn't be earned 'Tis mercy's bequest sayeth learned theologians. But the Lord put his only Begotten one A sinless son To ultimate test. If he earned Grace By redeeming all Not as Divinity, Through human suffering Shouldn't we all? In cannibalism I cannot trust My redemption Cannot be through His flesh, and My bloodlust. I want to earn my passage Over the toll booth Of truth, Not faith. Is it but only my foolish Twelfth night dream? Perhaps I allay His suffering, When I turn away sin. By repentance By grief By making amends Grace is what I give myself?
Passive Aggressive Or… Serendipity?
Bhagwad Gita Hath many wise aphorisms One is to carry your enemy upon your shoulders if necessary, "Skandhenaavi Baheshatru" This Sinbad's burden is the weight of hypocrisy I long to lay down. Atlas shrugged Lord Krishna. May brave humans do the same. I understand endgames too well yet ends don't justify means I ask you this, God of Love Can I wage war as the wages of Others' sins and not err? You smile my lotus lord Your heart flowers petals of mercy Stars dance diamonds in divine dusk orbs Your feet shine Velvet reprieve. Are you telling me Love is worth fighting for? Bending for? Carrying the backstabber? till He unsheathes the knife rendered blunt by My submission? Shrugging requires an auspicious moment, A "Shubh Muhurrat." Till then I kill with kindness my God of Love Identical to the way you slay me.