Outside of religion
Removed from the board
I see sin as the pawns
That we kill in vain
Pawns on a chess board part of a game
Death makes its move and thousands a slain
Slaves to this power and moved by this will
Pawns being the enemy that we are taught to kill
Religion a blanket to keep us warm
But also a cover not to be worn
In the darkness
Black on black
Arms flailing wildly
Captive to the fear of death
One step forward
Two steps back
Death the opponent with his evil grin
Kill the pawns
You can not win
Holding a blanket
Sucking a thumb
Fear holding back from what must be done.
Like Harry Potter – you must die
This poem has been a hard one to write – I guess it felt forced – manufactured if you like. What I have tried to show is the inadequacy/blindness which the Christian religion seems to be stuck in. With a huge focus on “original sin” we display something that kinda looks like humility but to me is looking more like self abuse. We as human beings have a spark – perhaps the breath of God’s Spirit that he blessed us with in creation – and I think we offend God when we grovel on the ground telling him what despicable worms we are. As we focus our energies on fighting sin we lose sight of the fact that the enemy is a trinity – sin, death and the devil. As we move pawns around on this imaginary chess board (sins) we have no real impact on the game because like puppets we are led by our slavery to the fear of death.
If we die, there is no power that can openly manipulate – we can be free to love, a love that casts out all fear.
The frustration here is that religion is a warm blanket and we deceive ourselves into believing that fear doesn’t manipulate us – all the while demonstrating the fruits of this fear. (the fear that we deny having)
The question needs to be answered – what does this slavery look like? Because as we know from Harry Potter, until life is laid down willingly – the enemy is strong. We need to make a move that goes agaainst all intuition – stop defending the King and let him die – it ends the game and the opponent has no levers left with which to manipulate.
The King is I