I confess that shallowness, my own,
Is what has trapped me here.  Look at her.
She's beautiful, and, since she is, I
Overlooked the oddly modest clothes
She wore and that gold cross below
Her neck.  I asked her if she'd come
To dinner, and she has.  The food
Is fine.  The wine is good, though she
Won't drink it.  These dim lights
Enhance her beauty, even more than
Sunshine does, but I am growing ever
More depressed as she goes on and on
About her god and all he's done.  She
Almost hiccups “Praise the lord” with
Every bite of food she takes.  I've heard
Enough.  I want to leave, and may
Without a word.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-14 at 17:32

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
it's an act of bravery sometimes to die without faith, isn't it?

arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
It is quite sad when diverse and opposite faiths collide rather than converse and sadder still when like faiths oppose at will. It is such an integral part of every individual, not the religious aspect of it but the universal mechanisms of faith that keep us integrated as beings with self awareness.