Siren Whispers

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Religion

Sunday confession

your hands slide up my thighs

silken webs woven

with desire

fingers finding

lace and soft

skin to stroke

breath and sighs, ascending

a fevered crescendo

straddled

upon your lap

questing

curious, heat

lips and breath

tangled cries

finding religion, deep

within these stolen moments

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Faith

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Faith

What is faith?  How does it manifest itself?

I have faith.  I’ve always had it.  I don’t know why, I just do.  Is faith tied to religion?  Or do faith and religion just gently touch, one able to exist without the other?

I was raised with religion, though our home could not be called strict or devout.  Religion was just a part of our life: Sunday mass, Catholic school, and a guiding principle to good behaviour and lessons learned. 

My mind is scientific enough to have questioned divinity and creation, to have prompted me to seek answers not initially forthcoming in my education.  But though I have questioned organised religion, and the answers that I have found disputing unequivocal obeisance are logical and rational, it does not mean that my faith is null and void.

For me, faith and religion are not the same.  Faith is an intangible thing while religion is ritual.  It is structure.  Faith is different, it is not bound by rules.  They are dissimilar,  but within the confines of religion my faith soars.  I derive a certain pleasure from the ritual.  As I gaze upon the perfection of stained glass above an altar, hymns and chants ringing out within the hallowed walls, I allow myself to be immersed in the holiness of the moment.  I give myself up to the rites,  to ceremony.  

Times fraught with emotional or physical pain are when my faith manifests itself the most.  Faith fills up the dark hole of confusion and despair with a light that holds me within it.  Healing me, encouraging my strength.  I never expect complete answers nor do I expect things to be wrapped up neatly, all disagreeable feelings disposed of as though they never happened.  My faith is strength within, helping me to continue with whatever journey I am on.  It helps me to hold on until I recognise the answers that, perhaps, have been in front of me all along.  I pull my faith about me as a blanket.  Cocooning myself in security, in safety, helping me to have strength in my convictions for another day..

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*Words from last year. But even more meaningful to me today.

On this holy day I celebrate my religion, Spring’s rebirth, hope and new beginnings. I wish you all a Happy Easter and a blessed year to come…C

©SirenSong1208

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Sunday confessions, deux

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Sunday,

I wake

with reverent thought.

My touch upon my skin

is my morning confessional to you.

.

Sunday,

across your lap

as you teach me new prayers

with your hands.

.

Punishment and penance

I’m on my knees in prayer

rosary between my fingers

your hands

in my hair.

.

I kneel to say my prayers

I whisper your name instead…

.

I make my confessions

one sin at a time.

.

Sundays,

when I find myself confessing

in words

instead of pictures.

.

Sunday,

a day of rituals

the holiest one of all

slowly 

divesting myself

of my clothes

as my inhibitions 

fall to the floor

with a sigh.

.

Making him devout

converting him to my religion

one naked curve

at a time.

.

You are the perfect sin

I ache to confess

but never to repent.

.

Until my next Sunday confession…

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Holy Trinity

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A decadent religion.

A sacred rite.

Beginning and ending

with the Holy Trinity:

You

me

and the dark of night.

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Faith

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Faith

What is faith?  How does it manifest itself?

I have faith.  I’ve always had it.  I don’t know why, I just do.  Is faith tied to religion?  Or do faith and religion just gently touch, one able to exist without the other?

I was raised with religion, though our home could not be called strict or devout.  Religion was just a part of our life: Sunday mass, Catholic school, and a guiding principle to good behaviour and lessons learned. 

My mind is scientific enough to have questioned divinity and creation, to have prompted me to seek answers not initially forthcoming in my education.  But though I have questioned organised religion, and the answers that I have found disputing unequivocal obeisance are logical and rational, it does not mean that my faith is null and void.

For me, faith and religion are not the same.  Faith is an intangible thing while religion is ritual.  It is structure.  Faith is different, it is not bound by rules.  They are dissimilar,  but within the confines of religion my faith soars.  I derive a certain pleasure from the ritual.  As I gaze upon the perfection of stained glass above an altar, hymns and chants ringing out within the hallowed walls, I allow myself to be immersed in the holiness of the moment.  I give myself up to the rites,  to ceremony.  

Times fraught with emotional or physical pain are when my faith manifests itself the most.  Faith fills up the dark hole of confusion and despair with a light that holds me within it.  Healing me, encouraging my strength.  I never expect complete answers nor do I expect things to be wrapped up neatly, all disagreeable feelings disposed of as though they never happened.  My faith is strength within, helping me to continue with whatever journey I am on.  It helps me to hold on until I recognise the answers that, perhaps, have been in front of me all along.  I pull my faith about me as a blanket.  Cocooning myself in security, in safety, helping me to have strength in my convictions for another day..

:

*And on this holy day I celebrate my religion, Spring’s rebirth, hope and new beginnings. I wish you all a Happy Easter and a blessed year to come…C

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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She Kneels For Him

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She kneels for him

Her dark priest

He is not granting absolution

From sin

But rather

Instructing his new disciple

In the ways of his religion

A religion she is breathless

To partake of

Her submission to him

Has become

Almost holy

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