The Church's Doors Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
The Church's Doors
How sad was I to see them close
The church's doors for this the age,
When nothing now is sacred
And its lead's worth more than God.
The key was turned within the lock
For none were trusted anymore,
And only for the Sabbath
Were they opened up again.
No answer now when I do knock
No entry when I turn the latch,
No place to shelter from the rain
No shield against the cold.
No longer can I go to pray
Nor find a deep tranquility,
Within this house those days have passed
I wish they would return.
What value were those artefacts
Compared to this the love of Christ?
For that indeed does have no price
The greatest gift of all.
For when those non-believers stole
The altar's gold my father wept,
For they did take the faith of man
And threw it to the ground.
Where now it lies amongst the graves
And yet will never rest in peace,
But toss and turn till God again
Shall dwell within this land.
A sad reflection of our times, I remember when churches were unlocked and held in reverence, sad write, but written with love, 10 Lynda xx
God resides in our hearts Andrew...not in churches temples or mosques...we attend these places only to share with others our love for God...let's ignore it if they have to be kept closed...i can hear your angry anxious voice... A write against injustice on love of God...10
Your recent poems touch a place different from those more lyrical, descriptive ones of yore. I like the change and the anger you display in this one at the injustice of life and those who spoil that which matters. I know when I lived in Kangaroo Ground, I never locked the house - didn't need to. These days, the key must always be put into the lock before I leave - and it saddens me. Trust is so important Andrew. I feel for your and your Church's doors. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A ghastly feeling when this happens Andrew. I cannot understand what goes through the minds of these 'creatures' who do such undespicable acts. They have no hearts. Great piece of expressive writing. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
andrew you are gifted with words maybe touchhhhhhhhed by the lord himself so moving is your piece --a true masterpiece -A+++and 10+ anjali
Dear Andrew You have the capacity to write with the rare commodity of..' FEELING ' It pours through your lines as commitment and compassion All the very best come your way Love duncan X
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The key was turned within the lock For none were trusted anymore, ....................................................... Andrew, It is impossible to read this poems without tears, you are the good poet and the remarkable person..10.......... Best wishes, Tsira