You Told Us

You told us…

…the world is a terrible place;
we showed you proof.

You told us…

…your neighbours were foreign to you;
we condemned them with your words.

You told us…

…you feared the angry mob,
the guns and bombs of hideous men
and we declared wars to drown their anger
and wiped their hideousness
from the face of creation.

You told us…

…about your guilt and shame,
your half-made soul, hidden from sight,
how you dreaded discovery and dreaded
to reveal how tarnished you have become;
we have kept a record of your degradation for you;
for your weakness is safest in our hands;

You told us…

…how your God’s face shines with beatific light,
how you were created in His image;
we gave you the mirror with which to see His face.

© BH, 2017

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This is poem 4 in a series of 4.  The sequence runs - Last Light Fading, Secrets, Revelation, You Told Us.

And, finally, we are strung up, hung out to dry. We have given away everything including our own mastery. We are puppets who willingly let the strings pull us. We dance to the tunes  that others play, tunes we once whistled shyly and thought own own. Well, not anymore. We showed our gold and it's now been stolen from us. 

But, hey, we let slip our innermost truths and now everyone is selling it back to us. As if we'd never said a word.