I wrote this poem early this morning, after watching a monologue by Julie Sweeney called, "Letting go of God." Sweeney takes a journey from being a good Catholic girl to a woman who eschews God because to her there are inconsistencies in the Bible, and if she can't make sense of it, then there must not be a God.
The Journey
Written after watching “Letting Go of God”, a monologue by Julie Sweeney,
Stumbling through the darkness
of confusion,
tumbling into the light of reason
she questioned everything
she had been raised to believe.
She loved God, always had
but science taught
her to look elsewhere for answers
and no one told her some puzzles
have no ready solutions.
So she slipped silently
from her raft
of faith and into the blue-black
waters of the intellect, where
faith takes a back seat to logic.
She turned her back on the God
of her father,
and set out on a journey of
self-actualization, a pilgrimmage
she continues to this day.
She still uses phrases like,
“Thank God,” although
more out of habit than belief.
She teaches her child we are each
some cosmic accident
and that is sad, I think,
but I believe
that children have the knowledge
of God even before they have reason
to believe, or the ability to reason.
I pray that she will find
her way, that God
will intervene some day
and she will return to that
first love a child has for her Father.
For the first love is
the best love,
and we should not be detoured
on the pathway to righteousness,
not by science, nor reason, nor anything.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Regis
Much Love,
Margaret
GOD BLESS
Tony Nerone