Fine Line (anti-religion)

I'm afraid you won't make too many penticostal friends with a write as truthly funny as this...but I thank you..enjoyed it. Richard

...a brave write.Most don't like to even touch the subject of religion,for sometimes it can turn brothers against each other.But this was a delight to read actually and I usually bypass any religious poetry,but yours is very unique and unoffending in my opinion.Everybody believes something, even if its nothing,We just need to agree to disagree.I live my life that way,I don't claim to KNOW anything,but i do have my Beliefs,But I don't try to change your beliefs because that is what is so great about this country,you can believe whatever you want.It's just those that stalk you,lol,[I'm sure you know who I mean]trying to convert you to thier ways, is the ones I have a problem with.Otherwise what does it matter to anyone else how you live your life as long as your not hurting anyone.Me and my man don't have the same beliefs but that doesn't make me love him less. I'm sorry I kinda got carried away,lol.But I really liked your poem and can find no flaw whatsoever.Powerful ,with a dark side,that I ,of course,Am pulled to.Brava! Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

I, a painfully shy kid 12 years old, was taken to an A of G church small town evening worship meeting. Frankly, it all scared the bejeez out of me. The hour or two seemed like two days (a month, a year) ... till I finally could make my unobtrusive escape with family. I still get chills remembering it. One of my life's traumas, I guess. Thanx, Chuck PS: If in heaven I've gotta associate with folks like that, I'd rather take my chances with a landing anywhere else. (And if I got caught in such meetin' at my current age, an age when I'm not so shy, I'd simply pack up my soul and leave early.)

is my source. all else in relation to me is a fractal of this. pointing our poems at corruption cores helps remove the conditioned fears, superstitions, and dogma that are hiding well in our learned routines, societal childhood drilling, and parental pressing. humor is my strongest sword. I believe it is yours as well. great read. -Daniel

I couldnt help but laugh ... truely funny read ;) love and hugz Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Somehow I'm missing the humor. I take it as a serious, important piece, and I think the poetic form is perfect. I don't know how much bravery it took for you to write this, Cat, but I am surely glad you did. It covers precisely well so many issues hovering around what I consider to be examples of widespread religious child abuse. Maybe the humor is in the fact that these practitioners look and sound so ridiculous, but actually I find it all more sad than anything else. Magnificent write, without a doubt, and I think this poem is SCREAMING out for a well-deserved five stars of gold. I'm so glad you updated it so that I could find it easily! Thank you! ♥