Not That Ole-Time Religion Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
Not That Ole-Time Religion
there is, round
here
the stench of lapsed
faith now
god
is not in
the building,
but the Church still
stands
everywhere
the gospels gather
dust
while the door
stands open,
for a miracle
for a breath
of feeling without
dogma’s collar on
outside
where crowds are
milling about
an official sign
in disrepair
hangs,
crookedly, not pointing
anywhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 6:38:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really liked this poem Charl. From the first line to the last. Awesome!