To love God I must pause <br />To suspend our covenant <br />While I seek him among those falsely accused. <br />Weasels bend the truth and misuse <br />Their cushy seat of power, relishing <br />The perks of evanescent authority. <br />They keep justice at bay, move the light away <br />And conceal cold facts under the apron <br />Of spineless casuistry. <br />To love God I must disown the warped image <br />Of him that these cretins have cast in their own fashion <br />In order to appease retired crooks in uniform <br />Whose pornographic fabrication runs in wanton abandon <br />Fueled by the drug-addled brain of their relations. <br />Never mind their record of human rights transgressions <br />That loop around as long as the endless nights <br />And as loud as the sharpest cries of their victims. <br />To love God I must distance myself from my calling, <br />With much reluctance, while truth struggles <br />To free itself under the oppressive underskirt <br />Of cowardice and downright distortions. <br />With the acquiescence of cloistral godfathers <br />All too devious sisquialtera <br />To counter the twisted yarn spun by psychopaths, <br />God’s plan is put on hold, <br />While perfidy satiates its recalcitrance. <br />To love God I must delete the Trojan viruses and malware <br />Infecting the hard drive of my memory <br />Planted there by identity thieves and peddlers of hypocrisy. <br />To love God I must suspend disbelief <br />So that I can refresh the screenshot of my faith <br />And retrieve God’s true portrait, <br />His image and likeness dwelling in me.<br /><br />Gilbert Luis R. Centina III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faith-258/
