Religious Poetry - Blog Posts
A believer asks their God for love
I want to be consumed. To not be myself anymore and become part of something else. That’s what true love is. I want you to give me new life. Set fire to my soul. I’ve spent my whole life hurting, aching but I know love will fix me. Your love will fix me. Kiss me with those golden lips and pour your sunshine into me. It will fix me. It has to. Everything I touch, I leave with scars. Look what I've done to my body, look at my body and tell me you still love me. Touch the scar on my right knee, caress the mark on my forehead, kiss the old wounds on my achilles heel. Take them from me, I give them willingly. What is my body supposed to do without you, how should I move it without your instruction?
My whole life I have been waiting for you. I am a believer prostrating before the altar of my god, you. Wash away my sins, make me anew. Let me be reborn in your light. Make me into something lovable, make into something worth holding. Unmake me from what I am. You are purity and divinity, all things I am not. When God made us, we were made in your image, but not me. Not me. I am a wretched thing, I am not your creation but I could be. I could be beautiful, I know you could make it so.
I once heard someone ask “Do you love God or are you in love with God?” and yes is my answer. Is there a difference? Not to me.
I love you like something that can’t be loved back. I know that, I know that.
december 23, 2023 — holy
it was easier to believe
in tales of adam and eve
even though i could never find
the god they said was so kind
i'd grown used to it all
the gentle hoax the church befalled
a blind-faith religion or a cult of sacrifice
either way, it served only to pacify
so when you spoke the illicit truth
that you loved me despite my being a sleuth
you forgave the sins that were not mine to repent
and every dime, for you i'd spent
you showed me the truth of love
and it felt holier than any angel from above
— reddestofscarves, 1:35am
hey. hey you. stop for a sec and write a poem. write it about whatever you want make it good make it bad idc. long or short. poignant or not. post it or put it in the reblogs or send it to a friend or keep it to yourself but sit for a little bit and write a poem. for the soul