Meditation In Quatrains Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

The pew looks up to the alter
Speaking of God's profoundness
Very sweet words it does splutter
Teaching but doing no goodness.
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I know the stories of our descent
The excess desires for riches and money
Made our courses so indecent,
I gaze posterity, and mourn our progeny.
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I know of our disdain
And of our atrocities.
Our loathing is good - our love is profane
And we proclaim the pride of vanities.
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What have we to do here?
I doubt if we really intended.
But I know of our selfish flair
And in our folly, our creator confounded.