What Would He Say?
in steepled roofs of sacred thoughts
acrid incensed haze of spirits rise
glazed eyes of idols blankly stare
into opened soul’s adulterated lies
with the stipend of the lender’s coin
moralized conscience sins grow soft
on the regal alters of the well to do
‘neath echoed praise from choir’s loft
towers reaching towards the heavens
the bells for the faithful clearly ring
while stained glass subdues the reality
with bended head raised voices sing
beggars beg for food in the heat of day
homeless freeze in rigor mortis pray
warmth remains inside God’s earth domain
And I wonder what his son would say
They both knew what needed to be done, and he still does!
Love this deep thinking pondering poem Sweet Fee!
I will add this to my reading library, I love the love in it!
I think he would say: Where did the LOVE go? Your reflections are so naked and real, as a birth of a newborn!
Sheila
Regis
Carole~
Georg
He would still Love us all just the same
for we all are imperfect in many ways & all of us are sinners here on earth: our school to learn what it is he has lain out for us to encounter
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
Myrna
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Very powerful Inspirational write!!
Outstanding write and view of thoughts!!
Sending you Peace Love and Hugssss....Yolie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(