They climbed on sketchy ladders towards God,
with winch and pulley hoisted hewn rock into heaven,
inhabited the sky with hammers,
defied gravity,
deified stone,
took up God's house to meet him,
and came down to their suppers
and small beer,
every night slept, lay with their smelly wives,
quarrelled and cuffed the children,
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Tree,
Like to be the idol Eve,
Fallen thinking,
Teen,
Nevertheless, she is queen, princess,
I'm the angel of shame for her,
Stopping the deluge, cataclysm,
In human energies,
With personalities,
The services,
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These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—Christianity in particular.
I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch
I pray tonight
the starry light
might
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you grew up with stories
wine that tasted like iron
and bread from the bone
your romanization of cannibalism should be no shock
you could not only excuse it but worship it
love and hurt are both four letters
and they taught you to count not read
holy and pain look close enough blurred
so punch me with your lips
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From the dry and dusty desert
Thine father did vow to rule to the sea
And such as his greedy eyes would see
He did vow to move to the desert
When you should brighten up your land
Using the glorious sunlight of education
You rather used religious indoctrination
To build monsters to defend your land
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Tree,
Like to be the idol Eve,
Fallen thinking,
Teen,
Nevertheless, she is queen, princess,
I'm the angel of shame for her,
Stopping the deluge, cataclysm,
In human energies,
With personalities,
The services,
......
Ze komen van ver,
niet geleid door kaarten
maar door licht
dat blijft staan
wanneer alles beweegt.
Hun handen dragen geen antwoorden,
alleen geschenken
die zwaarder wegen
dan goud alleen.
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Do you know?
Faith can be a costume,
worn bright on Sunday morning,
folded away by nightfall.
Crosses swing from chains,
Bibles rest in polished hands,
voices rise in ritual chorus—
but the truest hymn begins
when the music stops.
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The end of certainty is not the end of the world,
but the dawn of a deeper vision.
We believed the earth was solid, the heavens unshaken,
the laws eternal and unmoving.
Yet beneath every stone lies movement,
within every silence—an echo of change.
Certainty was our shelter,
but also our prison.
It closed the doors of imagination,
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