Religion
In reply to the discussion: Now I lay me down to sleep... [View all]MineralMan
(151,424 posts)on a daily basis? I'm afraid I can't see that. I was aware of death at age 5. My goldfish died, and my guinea pig, too. We buried them in the back yard and had a talk about death and dying. Nothing was said about any deities, though, since my parents weren't believers. We discussed it as part of a natural cycle, and that wasn't scary. The poem, on the other hand, was scary, since it seemed to say that some unseen entity was deciding on a daily basis whether I lived or died.
It didn't take long before the nonsense that represented faded away. The poems stayed on the wall, but only as curiosities from my grandmother.
Of one thing I'm sure: No such thing would ever grace the walls of any childhood bedroom I had anything to do with. It's inappropriate.