The Sacred Profaned
In the human experience of
social and religious custom there
is little as venerated as is the
tradition of sanctuary in a house
of worship. To trespass and to
threaten, much less commit violence
represents unspeakable sacrilege.
And while the abode of the
heavenly spirit was once viewed
as sacrosanct, a priest may now
have his throat slit from ear to
ear in the church sanctuary and
massacres of the faithful deep
in prayer have become frequent
fare in the news. Where firearms
risk disrupting the peace of prayer
deadly knives maintain the silence
while unspeakable horror is writ
large on the face of victims
as the blood of the innocents
cries out to the heavens as they
are slaughtered. But it is not the
invasion of a temple of god that
represents a sacrilege comparable
to the mass deaths executed in
death camps dedicated to fascist
ideology, but the very sacredness
of life itself sacrificed to humankind's
incapacity to govern itself in
recognition of that sacred status.
From Iraq to Pakistan, Egypt to
America, France to Canada the
legions of those faithful to belief
that the Almighty craves the
sacrifice of human life, prosper.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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