An Individual Confronts Religion

by Diane Sprague

I am standing next to Mount Sinai

Shaking my fists at decrees

That came down

From the thundering heights

With their shadowy murky meaninglessness

Sadly repeating a world I never will see.

I look up and observe the dark veil

That has provided

An endless cold night.

A rip has been torn.

A light has been seen.

Tomorrow comes boldly with promises

And the wonder of challenging

The large stone tablets

That would crush me

And the surprise of replacing the words

With my own.