Are you one of them? Check!
This piece feels like someone sitting with their own confusion, trying to separate the voice of love from the noise built around it.
It carries the ache of a person who wants faith to be honest, gentle, and lived not performed or inherited blindly.
The contrast between Jesus’s compassion and the contradictions of religious practice becomes a mirror for our own inconsistencies.
There’s a quiet courage in questioning the gap between what was taught and what was actually lived.
The poem exposes how easily institutions can twist a message meant to heal into something that harms.
Its questions don’t feel accusatory; they feel like someone longing for clarity, for integrity, for something real.
The reflections on Christmas cut straight to the heart, asking whether love is truly guiding our actions or just our rituals.
It gently challenges the reader to look at the difference between worshipping a figure and embodying their teachings.
The voice carries both frustration and tenderness, wanting faith to return to compassion rather than judgment.
In the end, the piece becomes a plea for a simpler truth that love, not doctrine, is the measure of what we believe.
Thank you so much Adriao
ohhh this one came in swinging 😅
I love how it keeps poking the comfy corners people like to hide in~ like, okay you say you believe, but… *which parts* are you conveniently skipping?
the contrast questions are sharp but not preachy, more like someone tapping the table going “hey. look again.”
and that last stretch about Christmas?? yeah, that’s the real mirror. gifts vs actually loving people you’d rather avoid.
very much a “peace ✌🏽 but also I’m not letting you off the hook” kind of ending.
Thank you for acknowledging my words Asuka! Much humbled! I’m not there yet either. It’s a lesson for me also!
This piece feels like someone sitting with their own confusion, trying to separate the voice of love from the noise built around it.
It carries the ache of a person who wants faith to be honest, gentle, and lived not performed or inherited blindly.
The contrast between Jesus’s compassion and the contradictions of religious practice becomes a mirror for our own inconsistencies.
There’s a quiet courage in questioning the gap between what was taught and what was actually lived.
The poem exposes how easily institutions can twist a message meant to heal into something that harms.
Its questions don’t feel accusatory; they feel like someone longing for clarity, for integrity, for something real.
The reflections on Christmas cut straight to the heart, asking whether love is truly guiding our actions or just our rituals.
It gently challenges the reader to look at the difference between worshipping a figure and embodying their teachings.
The voice carries both frustration and tenderness, wanting faith to return to compassion rather than judgment.
In the end, the piece becomes a plea for a simpler truth that love, not doctrine, is the measure of what we believe.
Thank you so much Adriao
ohhh this one came in swinging 😅
I love how it keeps poking the comfy corners people like to hide in~ like, okay you say you believe, but… *which parts* are you conveniently skipping?
the contrast questions are sharp but not preachy, more like someone tapping the table going “hey. look again.”
and that last stretch about Christmas?? yeah, that’s the real mirror. gifts vs actually loving people you’d rather avoid.
very much a “peace ✌🏽 but also I’m not letting you off the hook” kind of ending.
Thank you for acknowledging my words Asuka! Much humbled! I’m not there yet either. It’s a lesson for me also!