B is for Dols

i performed this to some fellow monotheists and i asked them, how many personal gods do you have? no that might seem silly to someone (s) who claim to believe in a One God but every day each of us carry around these things: worry, worry of money, rage, rage, philosophy, fear, randomness. and these things we pay obeisance and hold high. they are our gods the dols we carry. this piece is called "The Burden of Dols". pax. 

Human hands grow weary of carrying gods

And even among my people… we just tired.

I was told, “in the beginning was the Word and the Word was God”

But somehow the singular became plural.

And heavy.

When did G-O-D spell out philosophy?

Questions without comfort

For an answer is like a thousand questions

And a thousand questions…

And the Hope of Hopes says, “Here’s a novel truth, let ME carry YOU.”

Oh, but we’ve been carrying these Dols for so long

That when the Hope of Hopes speaks, we think it’s a hoax!

So while we question this new reality,

We carry

Philosophy on our backs.

Human hands grow weary of carrying gods

And even among my people… we just tired.

“The children come to the point of birth and there is no strength to deliver them.”

I heard a king say…

I want to shout: Abandon all hope

All who carry Dols

Because these personal gods are weighty.

And in the back of your mind, you know…

You know

You know there’s no one there to save thee.

And the Hope of Hopes says, “Hey! Take 5!

Drop your burdens and smell the air, you’re alive!”

But when wind hits raw shoulders

The pain is remembered.

So quickly!

Quickly to your memory

Carry the gods in comforting agony.

Human hands grow weary of carrying gods

And even among my people… we, just, tired!

I paid for the entire car!

Cause gods go far and take up much space!

But no sacrifice is out of place

When your Dol,

This new personal god

Was just

So

Beautiful.

And I took her, to my sanctuary

Sit on the throne of my living home

But…

I carried…

Must I feed them too?

I hear, flesh is delicate this time of year…

And the Hope of Hopes says, “Here’s novel idea, let me take you there.

Past the places you fear.”

But I’ve heard it all before.

When she

Used His

Words…

Took my hand and by her actions I was…

Wounded.

And the Hope of Hopes speaks

But who really hears?

‘cause our minds have gotten weak.

Sweat blinds the masses

No, not one sees that the Hope of Hope passes

Bye.

The Burden of Dol

© Tracy J Hutchings

18:09:2010