They Came To The Door.

Goldfinch60



They came to the door,

Two young men,

They were from a religious group,

The church of Jesus Christ of the latter day saints.

They started talking,

Asking me questions,

Questions about my religion.

I told them that my belief,

My belief in Christianity had gone,

I had let it go when my wife died.

She suffered for many years,

All her life had believed,

Believed and praised Jesus,

Jesus as the son of god,

But when she was taken,

Taken with dementia

He was not there,

Not there at all.

That is when I stopped believing,

Believing in organised religion,

As organised religion is a farce,

A farce and a lie.

It is like politics

Trying to get people to see,

To see in one way.

They listened,

They said there piece,

And I said mine.

They eventually went

As I had out talked them

And they could not get there way,

Not get me to believe,

Believe in religion,

As organised religion is a fallacy.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2024 01:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: I managed to get some Jehovahs Witnesses to stop coming as well as I outspoke them!
  • Category: Religion
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  • orchidee

    A bloomin' miracle! You outspoke some JW's.
    The joke is that we say: 'Witnesses? Where's the accident?!' lol.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi.
      Yes it is a joke, the accident is they think they are right!

      Andy

      • orchidee

        You know my black humour joke about JW's during covid?
        How to get rid of them? Open the front door and cough! lol.

      • Neville



        I have a bit of a dilemma going on ..
        I both agree entirely ..

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Neville. No dilemma for me.

          Andy

        • David Wakeling

          I've always ignored organized religion.I just believe in myself these days.If I can't do it it don't get done.

          • Goldfinch60

            So treu David, I think in the same way as you.

            Andy

          • 2781

            Preach it!

            • Goldfinch60

              We each believe what we believe within ourselves 2781.

              Andy

              • 2781

                I am with you.

              • sorenbarrett

                I used to believe in an organized religion but then I used to believe in Santa Claus as well. Then I grew up. I still have beliefs. Hard to get through life without them. I believe the sun will come up tomorrow. Good write Andy.

                • Goldfinch60

                  So true soren, yes the sun will come up tomorrow. Thank you.

                  Andy

                • Thomas W Case

                  Powerful.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thank you Thomas.

                    Andy

                  • Doggerel Dave

                    Yo spent an awful amount of energy being nice - you are never that expansive here, Andy๐Ÿ˜‚

                    I have a two liner that does the trick:

                    " - You are sowing your seed on barren ground"
                    " - Next door will invite you in for a cuppa."

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Dave.

                      Yes it is always good to have a cuppa with neighbours.

                      Andy

                      • Doggerel Dave

                        Where did I mention that would actually happen, Andy??? My nextdoor neighbour gets lumbered - which was the opportunistic and sole purpose of my response......

                        Luv yer neighbour - show me a bigger load of BS..... ๐Ÿ™ƒ

                      • AuburnScribbler

                        A powerful docu-poem here Andy, very well told indeed.

                        I like the way that you have compared the relentless blind faith in God, with the dangerous prolongment of poor representation, and in most cases, decided poor "smoke and mirrors" communication in politics. There must be a concentrated effort to revise certain things, in order to strengthen both common decency and sense.

                        Like you, because of a certain "swagger" I have, some members of the nearby Jehovah's Witnesses church, keep their distance, and for good reason. That also goes for any local candidates, who if elected, will most likely play their game of "party politics", in order to keep their place in line, and not reflect any opinions of their constituents.

                        Bravo again, and I hope that all is well!



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