He stood in the pulpit and spoke,
Spoke of the ills in the world,
The bad things that people do,
That people get drawn into.
They become besotted by their convictions,
Like taking a drug of choice.
They become embalmed
Into their singularity
To follow the path that is bad.
He said there is a way out,
The way to get on in life
Is to follow Jesus,
And believe in Christianity.
But surely this too
Becomes a drug of choice,
And the box gets confined,
Confined around you,
Where you cannot see outside.
And that confinement
Traps you in your life,
Where you cannot see outside,
See outside that box,
Where life is good.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The preacher stood in the pulpit saying how people follow paths that lead them into bad ways and times. He said that christianity could heal these problems but as you know I lost my christia faith when my lover, Joyce, was taken from me with dementia and eventually her passing. I had to write this.
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I see what you mean Gold. I may do the same if I was in your situation.
We may think some hymns seem potty, such as:
'Make me a captive Lord
And then I shall be free'
and it continues along those lines.
Yet it's only restrictions to self, I feel - the 'bad' parts of us. Not that we have to be all miserable and caught up in 'religious rules'.
A light still shines for you I believe. Otherwise you would abandon church and other Christians, and indeed Christ, altogether. 🙂
My Faith in My Spirit has never failed it is just the organised religions like christianity that I have realised are trying to lead people down wrong paths.
As I said in poem not so long ago the only reason that I go to church is that I enjoy singing in the choir, I have good friends there and I get free carparking in the town.
Andy
BRIAN HERE ~ Good Morning Uncle ANDY ! First let me thank you for showcasing PATSY KLINE ~ in my opinion *The best Female Country Voice ever* and CRAZY the best female Country Song ~ sadly killed in a Plane Crash in 1963 ~ just 30 and at the zenith of her career. When I give talks (to Seniors) on *Country Ladies* CRAZY always makes me cry ~ she is just BEAUTIFUL ~ RIP.
As to the POEM ~ You know Angela & I are committed Christians and we have had to accept the when we pray for loved ones ~ sometimes GOD says NO and receives them into the Spiriual Dimension. However we havn*t had to walk in your shoes facing the Dementia & finally the Demise of your Beloved Joyce. We sympathise and you will always be on our Prayer List until you are reunited with your Beloved in the Spirit World ~ AMEN
Blessing & Peace to You & Yours
Yours Angela & Brian 💛💛💛
Please check *BREXIT* Thanks A & B
Thanks Brian, I know that I will be with Joyce one day but it will be with Our Spirit not any organised religious fictional one.
Andy
What can i say? You know i wholeheartedly agree with your point of view.
The sermon you recount here points to the patronising and narrow minded oratory which so often comes from the long established religions. Similar can be seen in the poetry of certain individuals on MPS who appear to have deemed it their privilege to tell all how we should be living and worshiping.
Totally agree d a.
Andy
Outstandingly done! Cound not agree more, we are all on our own to explore!
Thank you so much for this and may yours days of croquet, even in the wet, never damper your amazing spirit!
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