Human nature looks with confidence into a mirror
Complete satisfaction looks back
Pleasure of sin fills all sense of need
Physical comfort, sexual appetites met
Thirst for mental, emotional drinks are filled
Money, challenges, stimulations,
Entertainment always at hand, overflows.
The idea of sin only a religious abstraction
Something vaguely archaic
From the stiff collars of “Bible thumpers”
Prudish men and women who stifle their lives,
And hide within their church buildings,
Places where the weak and old and foolish gather.
Self is self, always in proud control
Evolution the simple constant environment;
To dwell on the big questions of life
Only a waste, a weakening of man’s grip on his reality,
An easy view of women, of men
A strong hold on a good human effort driven, egocentric life.
Until the door suddenly slams shut
Gate for the sheep closed
Silver cord tying body and soul sharply cut
Spiritual reality shockingly awakens
And another one is cast headlong into the pit,
And sadness moves within another holy angel.