Poem -

CHURCH OF MINDS

CHURCH OF MINDS

Hail

the Church of minds.

Hail

The victorious thorns of Christ …

To the Church of minds

we dig in

for ourselves and for each other

for how

we lend our pots and pans

so that we all

shall eat from the holy till.

We Love this man

that hung on a Cross

in His wailings for our Sin

judgmental

against the waves of evil

and at the cost of soldiering

his body

on the wood of nails.

Tormenting cries of His sacrifice

fills the halls of anx

with

an unwavering Truth forever told.

One mans lies

does not

perpetrate and condemn the Spirit

when the Truth

is beyond opposition.

The ring of angelic bells

can only be heard

by those that Love Him.

Sunken

into the fathoms of the heart

we contain our suffrages

to expel them

in prayer for our King

whose ears are eternal.

To the Church of minds

who wish

to make this a better World

that is in such deficit 

and whose

evil character has been shown

the historic whispers will echo

if not

to remind us of War and genocide.

As the curse forbears

that religion

is bad but God is Good

is a crestion of consciousness

for no man can be trusted

to keep the sacraments

as Christians divide themselves.

The House of Christ

is condemned

with walk aways searching

to disable the Word

by franchising

that which was a stench.

The Church of minds

are elevated

by their Wisdoms and Love

whose tolerance for God

brings new waves

of treasures to their shores.

There shall always be

the ‘Spirit Divine’

though we cross the line

forecasting

the divinity in ourselves.

None of us

can become the miraculous Christ

though His Belief

in us gave us the power

to heal and foster the Light.

We, are the Church of Minds

and as we begin

each day in our deliberations

we should remind ourselves

that we

are all aboard this train together.

We shall always have minorities

Whose wailing

contempt’s for God are driven

by its unique hatred.

The Cauldron is black

we shall exhume ourselves

from its evil face

before the wicked smoke

takes us

to a place where we shan't return.

Hail

The Church of minds.

Hail

The victorious thorns of Christ …

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