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Acid Rain

Architecture is a wonderful expression.
Granite blocks, copper and slate,
stained glass—impressive impressions.
Spires and gargoyles high above
(where no one enjoys but stray gulls)
and doves that circle, dive—scrounge
for the waste far below on the ground.

The church had always forced our lives upon us
-proxy parental discipline,
until one day it all became stained
and that idea, that thing became broken.

Recalling the day vividly:
A typical Sunday all ten of us on a pew.
Jesus was proclaimed god (or another god).
That was the day even my parents
‘old schoolers’ gave up on church.
That was the day we all woke up.

For the love of God
goodwill crumbled, hearts turned cold
and the buildings—just the buildings
became meaningless structures of misplaced bricks,
became objects of tax refunds, for the fortunate.

The sense of community had left for bargain basements
in the stead of Italian dinners and frolic,
except for pigeons that splatter on windshields
(or are kept away via poison)
and the dismal baptismal—for those fortunate donors.

The architects were genius.
Jesus was genius—architect of community.
The Italian dinners and the frolic
are shamefully missed,
replaced with crimes of the hierarchy.

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Comments

this one says a lot about the decline of The Church! I get it! The title reminds me of slate roofs and copper trim, with the cross topping the whole thing. I know that there are many people that don't like the change in religion of any denomination, and the state of the priesthood is deplorable. With all the sexual scandals and the lies, it has become a target for many. Anyways, good stuff! Your descriptions are spot on. ~ Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

WOW again! I second Geezer's opinion...this was a very bold and brave poem to post...I love it! good title.
when I was a kid, don't remember how old, I asked at church: adam and eve were the first man and woman created, they gave birth to Cain and Abel. Cain killed abel. God was angry with cain, and for punishment god sent Cain off to live with another tribe. what freakin' other tribe???
for an answer I got a slap across my face from my grandmother who was a religious fanatic of the Seventh Day Adventists needless to say that was the end of my association with churches!

*hugs, Cat

p.s.

I hope that Pat is doing better

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