Lift a rock, and I am there
Why go to Church, to make your prayer
Glass that stained, in heavens colours
Is only glass, with inks of others...
A Church is but a structure
Made from brick and mortar
Why would you go to find me there?
I made the Earth why would I care?
Within the book, the disciples did write
It mentions not, visiting the Church brings light
On the Seventh day, I did rest
Why venture to Church, for your faith to test?
Look at a Church, it is just a building
The same Church, parts of the Bible is shielding
You can find me within yourself
You can find me upon an empty shelf
You can find me within your heart
You can find me riding an empty kart
You can find me within your breath
You can find me in life and death
Lift a rock, and I am there
Why go to Church, to make your prayer
Author notes
I have no religion, and I have nothing against any either... Just the idea of worship with a structure based/built on money and blood.
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When I wrote for this peice I thought that the tree and the church were almost opposites of one another. The tree living on the light of the sun - I like how your branches even look like they are reaching up for the light. I like your ideas and the poem flowed really well. You don't need a church or a building to find the light you just need to be a tree. Very Good.
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