Emergent

How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love without his conviction,
Left willful in sin with nothing to fear.

In half doctrines and custom alter calls,
Prostituting the truth with all forms of prosperity.
Akin to seeding hookers in the chambers of Heaven.
Deceived to death twice by hand and blasphemy.

Feeding wolves from among your own flocks.
In the banquets of ancient mystics and bride Blavatsky,
Word of Faith gorging on their mammon,
Left choking in an insatiable eternity.

A culture’s blue concessions are gone, 
Giving more choices leaving Paul’s letters unread.
No church discipline or discernment left,
Testaments of burning flesh that once bled.

Refusing to submit to be broken.
Fading old blessings from past obedience.
Confusing favor with common grace,
Hypocrisy’s retribution birthed decadence.

Millions claiming the found life of the few,
In every eulogy and requiem,
Lukewarm afterthoughts of the Son,
Losing everything by never knowing him.

Despising the light of the living truth,
Lobotomizing guilt with the scalpel of ignorance.
Finding solace in the darkness of mystery.
Death marches infectious rainbows of tolerance.

Redefining roles and covenants in hemorrhaging lies
Under the pretense of the modern states,
Illusions of enlightenment killing somatic slaves.
Relativism’s heart courting the things he hates.

Enticed by the delusions of utopias,
Bound in the fables of autonomy.
Throats upon The two-edged sword,
In this American tragedy
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12.04.14

This poem attempts to capture the Fundamentalist view on certain issues with other movements within Christianity.  Also, the man in the crevasse, chose a different kind of faith than you may have assumed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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December 31, 2014 at 9:51 PM
yes delusions we create with all these other ideas of what's suppose to be, good write, enjoyed... p.d.
Richards Avatar
December 21, 2014 at 9:07 PM
There is such a profound depth and insight, so remarkably written with skill and candor. Wow!......I am so impressed with this brilliant look at religious tolerance/intolerance.
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December 13, 2014 at 3:32 AM
Lobotomizing guilt,, profound writing. Love XXXX rajat
De La Luna Avatar
December 12, 2014 at 10:27 PM
Congratulations, Rob! profound write!
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December 8, 2014 at 9:09 PM
I agree with Dr. Ram, thought provoking. You bring to mind Revelation 3:16. Congrats to you on your win, Rob! Hugs, Rhonda
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:06 AM
Thanks Rhonda.
Mehta Avatar
December 8, 2014 at 8:31 PM
Deep and thought provoking write, congrats on the win
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:13 AM
Thank you.
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December 8, 2014 at 4:33 PM
Congratulations on your win Rob. Your poem is very powerful and thought provoking as I am sure you intended it to be.
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:11 AM
Yes, it was my intention. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
Yvonne Avatar
December 8, 2014 at 3:41 PM
Oops, I thought you were already on my list of favorite poets, I just added you.
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:06 AM
Thank you Maurice, you are the first.
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December 8, 2014 at 3:39 PM
Rob for my taste this is as well wrtten as anything I have read. There are all kinds of fruits I enjoy I don't compare them, I savor each and everyone. I am going to add this to my favs. I feel priviliged to have read this fine piece. You are a talented poet. Congratulations on your win.
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:11 AM
I wasn't sure how this poem was going to be received, but you know, sometimes you just have to let it out and see. Thank you for you for the compliments and taking the time to read and comment.
Kayode Avatar
December 8, 2014 at 2:50 PM
A message for one and for all,congrats on the win Rob...huggs
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:13 AM
Huggs back to ya.
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December 8, 2014 at 1:15 PM
I read this winner..Way to go...Congrats..Sara
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:14 AM
Thank you Sara.
Macmillan Avatar
December 8, 2014 at 11:17 AM
Aye, I get this. Well written and I'm glad I dropped by this page. Thanks, by the by, for the write on my blog. Careful of the rabid,though... we are never truly sure when they will bite as they cannot help themselves. Mad is mad. I sympathize even with those who would take out my throat, but I am careful not to expose it (I sense you'll get what I'm saying.) Keep the lamp high. And may all be well. :) Cyndi
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:20 AM
Yeah, I get what your saying, but sometimes, I just like to play with fire. Trying to quit, God has saved me many times, but we shouldn't test him. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Allison Avatar
December 8, 2014 at 11:06 AM
Many congrats on your win Rob:-) Hugs Jan xx
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:16 AM
Thanks Jan, hugs back to you.
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December 8, 2014 at 10:26 AM
Thank you for entering. If you're interested, I've posted a blog on this topic. Congratulations and God bless you with love and prayers, Gina
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:21 AM
Thank you for hosting the contest. I am interested in the blog. God Bless you too Gina.
Nance Avatar
December 4, 2014 at 9:15 PM
There is so much truth in your words, you created a great structure, this is a wonderful piece of poetry filled with educated thoughts and smart words. Well done!
Carmack Avatar
December 9, 2014 at 8:16 AM
Thank you Casarah.
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