Amber In The Abbey Poem, by Noveyre, at My poetic side

There is amber in the abbey,

the fossils of old faith

a golden resin religion

to which the poorly pray

Under stone arches and carvings

beneath long gothic windows

the wonderstruck are worshipping

their own human credence

whether that belief is wholly benediction

or a selfishness in truth;

whether people act as angels

or as rich abbots of old

but the honest ones, that sing holy hymns

and mean it well, and enlighten heaven

I must admit, they are the most baffling

those who endeavor to have faith in humanity

when at times it seems too impossible

if you look at our world today-

everything that is sin worthy

is committed by cruel clergies

yet they remain, with both hands clasped

an utterance of aphorism upon their nephilim lips

praising the amber in the abbey, holy is their mass,

the wonderstruck are worshipping their own human credence.

Comments +

swingline June 7th, 2017 20:36
God made man , man made religion .
Gary Edward Geraci June 7th, 2017 22:42
Christ gave us, human sinners, a church some 2000 years ago when God became a man and walked among us. Despite our best attempts to destroy the church, hell has not prevailed. In all of our mess-ups we are still here. A great motive of credibility if you ask me. Your poem is honest and warranted - I think every believer including the clergy has put these issues to question as you have endeavored to do very well here.

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