"Their idols are silver and gold,
the work of human hands.They have mouths, but do not speak;
eyes, but do not see.
They have ears, but do not hear;
They have ears, but do not hear;
noses, but do not smell.
They have hands, but do not feel;
They have hands, but do not feel;
feet, but do not walk;
they make no sound in their throats.
Those who make them are like them;
Those who make them are like them;
so are all who trust in them." Psalm 115:4-8
we have created our idols
in the images lodged in our hearts:
the angry whose words
nourish the bitterness
flowing from our lips,
the ones who claim
to see all our suffering
but are looking only
at themselves in a mirror.
those seekers of our adulation
who act as if they listen
to the brokenness within us,
but only hear the songs
of the sycophants around them.
the politicians who clap
as if applauding us but
would push us away
given every chance,
the singers whose lyrics
claim they walk in our shoes,
but drive off in limos
and climb into private jets
when the concert has ended.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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