What is good
A bout religion
At best
There is little to say
Giving a fare hearing
More about listening
Too small
Still voices
Respecting only what due
Saving
A few choice words
For those empower
Occupying humanity
Only in sow far
As won for all
Quiet an undertaking
As ambitious silence
And ponderous a void
That vulnerable space
And venerable pace
Between word and deed
Owned by awe
Wear know thinking
Aloud
For awe to consider
This poem is about the confounding truth that the universe of truth is quiet literally beyond words. Words are representations, symbols of something else, which may allow us to think about something but often are poor vehicles for bringing about the direct experience to which we are referencing. Even mathematics, considered the purist science, is mirrorly a representation of truth, not truth itself. Even if a unified theory of mathematics and physics is elucidated, this will give mournfully flimsy assurance in the quest for an enlightened humanity and moral living in everyday life. Perhaps the most grave bias in postmodern existence is mistaking words and science, even the most erudite collections of words and symbols referred to as ideologies, theologies, or bodies of scientific knowledge, as the living truth. I consider the most profound truths as existing directly through experience, not the recounting of experience or observations. This is why I consider consciousness as the most fundamental aspect of reality/existence. I won't elaborate on that, hear. It is no accident that I am drawn to poetry in the Siren's song of the whirled's parent chaos, and reverent silence in the muse's presents. 
I save irreverence for my words. I prefer the metaphor as a vehicle for reflecting upon truth because it has the humble recognition that what it is trying to say is quite literally not what it is literally saying. This poem picks on religion first and foremost, perhaps paradoxically, because its grand task is most poorly suited for words. The phase, “shut the hell up,” comes to mine. I am a big fan of St. Francis' proposition, “Preach the Gospel at all times; if necessary, use words.” This is close kin to my favorite proposition of gandhi, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” Both of these quotes lift up action compared to fancy erudition. Both seek integral and centered being as the pivotal place and space for right action. St. Francis recognized that speaking, languages of symbols, is a grand gift of humans, but that in many circumstances, a moral economy imbues greater value with scarcity. While, awe things considered, silence may be the language of god, the awesome need to share our experiences with one another bids us to dare speak, to dare improve upon silence.
