These are Godless times.
We write Him out of His own history,
Condemn Him for our crimes
And celebrate His mystery
As our innovation.
We are a Godless people
Who do not work the field,
But eat our bellies full
Of everything that appeals
To our wandering wisdoms
And desires.
viewingcamelot 
December 13th, 2013 at 5:03 pm
Great summation of the current (and not so current, really) zeitgeist.
December 13th, 2013 at 5:49 pm
I was watching Sesame Street with November, and it was one of the Jewish series. They were talking about their history, but they never mentioned God. They spoke about the origin of their customs, but never the Originator. Kind of missing a big chunk of their history, I felt.
December 13th, 2013 at 10:36 pm
Huh. Seems a tragedy of political correctness. Really, though, ignorance is not bliss.
December 14th, 2013 at 6:08 am
Dissecting the anatomy of politically correct would make a great poem, but I don’t think I have the stomach for it.
December 14th, 2013 at 6:26 am
I did enjoy calling this one Insubordination, because at its heart the word means Not Staying Under Your Ordination, with the connotations of rebellion… Kind of a perfect word, really.
December 14th, 2013 at 5:53 pm
Definitely–a perfect title for an awesome poem. And yes, I think I’m a bit too squeamish to go for that dissection. It would get a bit bloody. 🙂