"CATHERINE OF SIENA DRANK THE PUS OF THE POOR"

it is tough being a Christian
in a world full of absolute dunces

what kind of empathy am i supposed to conjure
at the sight of these dullard throngs ?

i dislike these folks
only wanting to play when there is money attached
the opportunists of faith
only wanting to pray when there is crisis attached

a prayer

never out of gratitude
never out of contemplation

never in true silence
never in true peace

only when they need something

only in mauvaise foi

"daddy please help me..."

faith dwells its ambush suspended
like a massive crocodilian in brumation :
when times get hot, the teeth will show
again

and when times get hot
people will pray
again
when they so feel desperate
to whatever deity
will promise the most pleasant paradise !

  no loyalty
  no honesty
  no dedication
  no true submission

God is not a bank nor a therapist  

religion is meant to be comforting – not comfortable

profane calumnies i launch against the tricksters,
the quacks and the beguilers...

i curse the Judases, the Quislings,
the double-dealers and all other
betrayers and bedevillers of the Faith !

 Catherine incised the abscess of the poor
 and emptied in a goblet the contents
 from which she proceeded to drink
  in a saintlike effort to heal them –

       what do you do again ?

      your redemption is on hold
      until further notice !