The Maze (Open All Hours - Disabled Access - Only Carer Dogs Allowed)
Apart from its divisiveness, the main reason religion offers me nothing is because I can’t stop asking questions. Quite simply, Faith is a full stop I cannot get my head around. Besides, many socio-cultural-religious leaders are bullies and I hate bullies. It has little or nothing to do with my sexuality.
This doesn’t mean I have no interest in or respect for religions of the world. Indeed, I do. As regular readers will know only too well, I have nothing but contempt for those who not only choose to interpret but also preach from the various Holy Books to suit and/or camouflage their own ends. Yes, bullies. You will know the type. I dare say you will have come across a good few of them. Ah, but yes, they interest me greatly, these bullies. Why do they behave the way they do? What drive them? It certainly isn’t compassion but nor, surely, is it entirely self-interest...or is it?
Questions, questions and more questions; as or finding any answers, we can but look.
This poem is a villanelle.
THE MAZE (OPEN ALL HOURS - DISABLED ACCESS - ONLY CARER DOGS ALLOWED)
Who seeks meaning, dares a maze,
its walls of evergreen
harbouring life’s finer mysteries
It is a place folks fear and praise
where ghosts often seen;
who seeks meaning, dares a maze,
See Apollo wink to shine his rays
where lovers steal unseen,
harbouring life’s finer mysteries
Watch Diana’s bold hunters graze
on passions dark, serene;
who seeks meaning, dares a maze
Chance on trails time artlessly lays
(true, false, in-between)
harbouring life’s finer mysteries
Look out for humanity, learn ways,
to its heartland, rarely seen;
who seeks meaning, dares a maze,
harbouring life’s finer mysteries
Copyright R. N. Taber 2011
[From: Tracking the Torchbearer by R N Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]
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