the lost commandment (and a nod to TS)

Damn Israelites and their habit
of melting jewelry into idols
in the valley, while over their heads
a voice that burned bushes, hardened hearts
and spat frogs escalated to a shout
shaking mountains:

too close to the real, it was easier to kneel
to a made thing, safer than a wild god,
unknown, unpredictable; with no
guarantee of safe passage
away from he who forged  worlds–

they could have answered, lips framing words
that, once winged, could kiss sunlight
or form hymns, or prayers
to
a god who might have listened,
or thanks to the man bringing back
what was written, then broken,
thrown down in a snit and then never rewritten
on stone his first commandment
lost in translation:
Thou shalt have no other gods before joy.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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35 Responses to the lost commandment (and a nod to TS)

  1. davidtrudel says:

    I came down from the hilltop
    Filled with inspiration and admonitions
    Stones dissolved into sand
    Inscriptions a faint imprint
    On disassembled truth

  2. My word, you’ve ‘got it on you’ as my ma would say! ‘a voice that burned bushes, / hardened hearts / and spat frogs escalated …’ stunning writing Susan.

  3. annotating60 says:

    Artfully (and somewhat religiously ) conceived and brilliantly executed! Kudos to the sharp-shooting, Buffalo-riding, woman of the eastern prairies and scorner of idolotors!Really great!>KB

  4. Ha! A catchy spark from siamese susan. Some state of mind the writer of this piece was in! Hehehehe!
    Really ‘dancy’ lines there, amusing to the imagination, humorous.
    Greetings from Camp Trent.

  5. Eric says:

    When All Hope Wanes

    Some have twirl of bead,
    some their golden calves,
    some crown men to lead,
    some their better-halves;
    Adams have their Eves,
    Christendom their cross,
    Tartars trace tea leaves,
    Shamans stumps and moss,
    some look to King James
    with high thees and thous;
    yet, when all hope wanes,
    none as good as cow
    led as nose allows.

    😉 E

  6. I love how it turned out!

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  8. My madness seems to have both its dark and light sides…good with the bad and all that : )

  9. Alice Keys says:

    Susan, I can always count on you to wake me up in the morning. Very good.

  10. nelle says:

    Seems to me a whole lot of organised belief is built on devotion to false things that have little to do with spiritual guidance, and more to do with feeding the machine.

    I walked away, along a different trail.

  11. Oh Susan, this is just too brilliant. I mean just how do you do it?

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