I wrote this poem some time ago. It won’t be to everyone’s tastes for sure, and may even cause some offense; though none is meant.
It was an exercise in letting go of the idea of God that I had grown up with, in order to be free of that and move on in my spiritual journey as a human being to places more real, and less self-projected. I realise this is a ‘stage in faith’ or maturing process that a lot of people will recognise for themselves; when we grow up we’ve all gotta find our own way of making sense of things that is not the hollow inherited received wisdom of our childhood authority figures. There’s nothing unique to me about that. But my need to let go of a certain idea of a God was a strong one when it came. And so I wrote…
Our Father, who art in jamjar
Hollow is your name
Thy kingdom undone, thy will uncome
In thought, as it is in reality
I give you today your jamjar
I forgive you your trespasses
Even though you don’t forgive or forget
No longer led along by your injunctions,
I am delivered from your evil
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory of being alive
That were never mine to feel
Are now mine to feel
For the rest of my years lived free from the fear of you.