Faithless they dress up for me, they give a dollar, maybe two.
Faceless, they don't think I see the things they say and do.
Binding laws they think they keep for children of such death,
minding flaws like perfect sheep, although they have bad breath.
Spiritual, they say their prayers, as written on the wall;
spiritual, they put on airs, "not these, not these at all!"
Who has taught you who to teach, and what have you all learned?
Who has kept you from my reach, you "saints" of all I've earned?
Faithless they dress up each week to see each other there;
playing games as if they seek a soul out there somewhere.
Monday's coming, Tuesday night, I don't know when, I said;
judgment numbing in the light of all you've heard and read.
Just another minute, Father, give them just a while;
maybe when they're in it they will see and make me smile.
Watching from the window up in heaven on this place,
can you see the tracks of tears that flow on Jesus' face?
Author notes
It's hideous to me that churches sell sermons (among a thousand other things they do).
A contest entry
- PHOTO PROMPT!!! WHAT DOES JESUS SEE???? by Talking Toni.
550 points, ended July 8, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very thought-provoking and I love the way you penned this, the perspective you chose. And I agree with your AN.
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Thanks very much.
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Nice Job.....
I liked the rhyme scheme you use in this piece. You speak words leaving the reader to ponder upon and search the depths of our hearts and souls. Thanks for your entry and the best of luck in my contest!!!~~Toni~~
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