Can't We Just Appreciate the Blossoms and Shoots?Freight what is, all by itself, a wondrous season,
One worth celebrating, with the dumbest myths.
Did He whose name should not be spoken pass
Above the homes of Jews as He laid waste
To infidels (as occupants of Israel routinely do
Today), or did He send a son to earth to die
To (what?) absolve the grave transgressions
Men and women everywhere have made, and did
This son, so like a flower, rise when he'd been
Thought quite dead, to reside beside his father,
One with Him, but not exactly? Maybe flowers,
Needing water, cannot live without the god which
Brings it, and this god eats blood. That's what
Aztecs used to think. The world tips and turns,
And spring arrives each year so splendidly.
Why muddy it with dopey myths? Why make
It bear such freight?
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-04-04 at 01:06
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