Epiphany Poem

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Ritagail Burleson wrote the following poem/meditation and sent it along to share with our expanding community. Many thanks, Ritagail!

Where are You,
Dear Child King,
My God, Who has
Become
Like me.
Religion has blotted out
Your shining Star of Faith.
Oh help me,
Child King,
Call to me in the darkened
Cave of religious righteousness.
Where are You,
Dear Child King,
Hear my voice cry out,
Send Your Star of Faith to me
Now
Before I faint
And awake to find that only empty
Religion
Is left for humankind
And You have
Gone
Taking Faith with You,
Hiding it from us,
Lest we pollute it too.
Oh Child King
We are beggars in Your sight,
Grant us Your Star of Faith
In our hearts
To illumine this fateful Night.


Ritagail Burleson, 2009