one (sun)day, i looked around,
stood in a pew surrounded by fellow church goers, heard the creed leave every one of their lips; a self-professed incantation
listened for the first time to the words coming out, in absolute awe:
of how an entire congregation can claim a human existence
built on being made in the image and likeness of our creator
and yet upon professing the nicene creed sound so--
robotic
it was in that moment, i finally understood the difference:
between faith and organised religion
and why the latter was far more
terrifying
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Poetry「 WATTYS 2019 WINNER 」 the failings of a surgically healed heart, is a series of autobiographical poems arranged into six thematic parts to form a collection which examines the idea of the collective and how that informs individual. i. family an exp...
