by JLRoberson

Created on: April 13, 2009

Idolatry, an Easter Poem

(in response to John Updike's Seven Stanzas at Easter)

I do not know if he was God

I do not know whether he returned

Nor do I know who goes to Heaven

Or who's bad enough to get burned

I'm not sure that obsession's what he had in mind

To hold him as a fetish so dear

I think that for many, the magic trick

Of resurrection makes his words less clear

You want to honor your savior?

Aren't his words enough from a man?

Can only a God speak wisdom to you?

Must virtue be His demand?

What he wanted was for you to stop being bastards

To yourselves, and anyone else

You think your dread and hatred comes from a god

But it's only the shreds of yourself.

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