Crippled Creeds Poem by John Sensele

Learn to live next door to hope
Adjusting your seat belt before the salvation slope
Skidding and swerving under Christian feet
On the morning fright failed to meet
Stringent standards set to strengthen your knees
In Summer when demands for introspection trees
Spiked up, hiking prospects for storms
You brew and grew in heretic homes
Where pastors usurped the Redeemer's honours
Catalyzed in discredited creeds by dodgy donors
With deep pockets who promote idol worship
Creating crises of identity and divinity in a diluted discipleship.