Confession: "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you:
remains the only religion I need or want.
Thanks for the crusade, Sage.

I married a Catholic and my children were raised Catholic...the whole nine yards. Now they question how you can sin, confess, be obsolved and go back to keep repeating the sins.Your words hit home tonight.
Blessings and love,
Susan

this is beautiful Sage
especially being naked in honesty...
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie

Great write, Sage
Love,
Deborah

if the church confessed its deceptions, would it be forgiven by the People? ...

I've always thought that 'confession' was over rated. Another fine write.

Cheers,
Dan

Sage,

Grew up Catholic. Got saved in '75. Have become kind of skeptical about Man's translations of what God intended - still believe, but don't go to church much anymore: full of hypocrites. And that's sad. You capture it spot on in excellent (revealing?) lines - indeed. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Sage, I try not to be too political or religious. You have touched some subjects lately that have stirred my passions. I left the catholic religion many years ago, (1971) when they would not marry me because my husband (at the time) was Baptist. I became a Lutheran when my children were born, so that they could learn about religion and be baptized...Now I follow many modalities. I can say without a doubt, I can relate deeply with this poem...Very well written and received by this ex catholic..
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

wow is right, what a powerhouse of writing!

Wow! Sage, you have really been on a roll the last week it seems. Taking on religion for the most part, but giving us a hodgepodge of poetry and articles and stories to mull and mull again. Jeez! The first verse sets up the rest of the poem quite nicely, giving the reader a beautiful "first" glance at what many are taught to see the Church as, a beautiful, spiritual affair although it's hides a desperate theology inside it beautiful stained-glass windows. Oh! Oh again! That middle stanza is perfectly written and all too revealing (pun intended) . . . Whoops! That last verse is taking to the limit man's fantasies they attempt to steamroll over the rest of the world.

Excellent poem, Sage; well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D