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
Life is a journey, a mission of mysteries. We all seek purpose and meaning in our own journey. As a teen, I had friends who left family behind to join communes in hopes of finding a purpose. Some of these communities were of a spiritual nature. Others seemed to attract lost bodies and minds. I was intrigued by the idea of people coming together for common goals. However, I was very cautious about the actual reasons.
It was about this time that the Jonestown tragedy hit the news. There have been other communes that have come to similar catastrophic ends. Ruby Ridge, Waco, and Heaven’s Gate were sadly misguided groups of people who seem to have never found meaning.
I never heard from my friends who set out to find purpose in an unknown community. I hope and pray that they found real answers, and that they are safe in body and spirit.
“My Writeful Heart”:
D= The Drought
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
L= The Loan