Gelding god

Gelding God

In the world of religion arrogance is rampant
Cloaked under the heading of faith,
Each an expert unto their own,
Opening their holy books at random and speaking forth,
God becoming a pet of sorts,
Understood and controlled like a gelding in the field
Grazing peacefully causing no harm for those who have castrated,
Yet woe to others condemned with gusto,
Cursed, outsiders, living in outer darkness,
Cut off from their gelding god.
Wrath and fire for others,
Mercy and forgiveness for themselves,
Blessed assurance for those in their fold,
Hell fire for those outside.

Nameless,
Formless,
From which all names and forms flow,
In silence resting
Nothing to say,
From which all words flow,
From the Word, spoken and silence again,
Perhaps if we dwelled in silence
More truth and less bombastic speech  would occur.