3 нояб. 2019 г., 20:09

Faith 

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Long ago was born a child,
It was gifted with such beauty,
That in the world so cruel and wild
To defend it was a duty.

Its name was Faith and it was naked,
And people could not stand this fact,
They covered it with promise faked
And forced it for the Might to act.

But Might was different in different regions,
And people built diverse shrines,
So in the world were born religions
Which pretend to be divine.

And If you still remeber Faith,
And ask what happened with its beauty?
God knows how beauty to create
Protecting it is our duty.

© Таня Гулериа Все права защищены

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  • Благодаря на коментиралите, мисля че са cxванали идеята
  • Браво!
    "And people built diverse shrines" - често се забравя, че вярата може да съществува и без светилища, че дори и без религия.
  • Поздравления, Таня. "...So in the world were born religions Which pretend to be divine." И според мен "претенциите" към вярата и лъжата са прикрили нейната красива голота. "Та не е ли религията всяко дело и всяка мисъл?"Делникът е храма и когато влизате в него носете си всичко свое..по памет... Какво Господ знае, нямам никаква идея, но съм наясно със задълженията...
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