They moved to a mountain to be closer to God,
leaving behind the world with a nod;
no luggage or baggage, no worldly possession,
virtue their only goal of obsession.
Back to basics, souls purified;
their vision of heaven sanctified.
Seeking perfection through self-sacrifice,
surrender their key to paradise.
They welcome others into the fold,
who eagerly believe whatever they’re told.
A preacher, a teacher, a prophet, a sage;
the blending of spirits he hopes to engage.
He calls to all, a message to preach,
their trusting souls in evil’s reach.
He preys upon what they hold dear,
and in their hearts he strikes pure fear.
“One for all, and all for me;
only my truth will set you free.
Do what I do, do as I say;
the rewards you seek you’ll receive today.”
They didn’t find God in the man on the hill,
they didn’t gain heaven by doing man’s will.
He laid them down in one final control;
his kingdom bought with their mortal soul.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
We all seek purpose and meaning, especially as we enter adulthood. In my late teens, I had friends who left family and home behind to join communes or cooperative communities. A friend of my family tried to found one of these communes. Some of these communities were of a spiritual or religious nature. While I was intrigued by the idea, I was very cautious and concerned. It was about this time that the Jonestown tragedy hit the news. There have been other cult situations that came to similar catastrophic ends, such as the Waco massacre and Heaven's Gate. I never heard from my friends, again. I hope and pray that they found real answers, and that they are safe in both body and spirit.
Please read my Challenge Reveal Post for insight on the poetry that I chose to share here.