Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
The High Horse
‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself’
- Mark 12, 31
To you
Who are sitting on a High Horse,
who elevated yourself greatly,
claim yourself faultless,
and never even bother
to scrutinize YOUR conscience.
To you
Confusing mystics' words
‘I am in God and God in me!’
With
‘My Self is my only God!’
To you
who think you are more just
Than people of all other faith,
brazen enough
To judge all others,
Point with the fingers on them
And even write
‘By Goddess' Grace rejoice,
We are not like these others!’
To you
who slam the door with spite
into the face of those
who love the Divine
By names and ways
you do not even know:
To you
I say
That even now
I 'd go to my knees before you
And ask forgiveness for things I have not done
And offer you my hand
For still you are my brother and my sister.
For this my heart does tell me,
my heart which burns in Love
-a Love which brings me but your hatred:
That there is only one Divine we are all children of
And love and truth and peace
We all shall live ,
for this is our heritage.