A long way from home
The bells ring.
Far from grinding fear,
The bells ring.
In the dark of night as cats search for prey,
The bells ring.
When forgetting feeds itself on myths,
The bells ring
Attracting the foolish
Welcoming the tainted
The bells ring!
Faded glories, false stories
Comforting illusions
There is no need to question, to doubt, to wonder,
Just listen to the bells
As they ring, and ring
A drowning cacophony.
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Author:
Gwennie Jewel SAMPÉ (
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- Category: Reflection
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Very true words Gwennie.
Andy
True and sad. Thanks
As a complete non believer, I remain, however convinced that for SOME the church performs a useful function, keeps them a rough approximation of sane.
yes, and they have been the site of great things, they have hidden runaways, they have fed the poor, they have organised marches. But the churches I speak of are not only those places of worship scattered across the world, but for me it is the dogma that infects, that allows neither nor challenge. Dogma of all stripes, \"religious\" or not.
Thanks for the comment.
Agreed – I consider myself ‘progressive’ with respect to social matters and society. With that comes a commitment to open debate; but ego and fixed ideas (idée fixe?) in both religion and (some) political thought are definite inhibitors.
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