The Church of England, so predictable.
That bastion of souls, all respectable.
With trendy vicars toeing the line,
Hapless curates taking their time.
Of women bishops marching in the fray,
And other clergy feeling gay.
A lefty Archbishop with an old grey beard,
A congregation thinking it all too weird.
Arranging flowers the elderly Mrs Brown,
The choirmaster, man about town.
The verger hardworking and honest,
The organ master writing a sonnet.
The leaking roof about to cave in,
With the next sermon all about sin.
The bells ring out in perfect chime.
The whole church way behind time.
Your right it does seem outdated these days. I feel an hypocrite really as I believe in God but no longer attend any Church at all. Yes no two people agree with each other that's why we are in such a mess!
One read the poem Church going by Philip Larkin reminded me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this pretty well sums it up, my mother was baptized in the Church of England but left it years ago because of the ever changing positions and lack of stability. Seems like it has lost its way.