The Old Church Ruins

A metaphorical look into the degradation Christ's church has suffered under the insolence of man.

See you the church upon the hill,

The faded light now shadows still,

A memory of men devout,

None yet remains within or out.

 

A thousand years of thirsting greed,

Burdened the souls of those in need,

The Face of Sin so dominant,

No prayers uttered that could prevent,

 

The Spirit left to live alone,

A lonely God upon His throne,

"Could man be spared?" His only thought,

They that his two bare hands had wrought.

 

A dismal dank environment,

To purge this place, a spirit sent,

We all will kneel as we're destroyed,

For sacred things were vainly toyed.

 

All hope is crushed, the day draws nigh,

A trumpet call, a desperate cry,

A brick by brick the world's undone,

All else will fall before the Son.

 

The ruined church gave us a sign,

A destiny always divine,

From gilded age to worthless rocks,

The bell rung on the mouth that mocks.

 

Destroyed ourselves with idle faith,

Our doubt creates a wicked wraith,

No lives left are there worth saving,

For fruitless hope, we're all slaving.

 

Author's Note

I hope no one finds this offensive. I just think we're not worth it. =)

Reviews

[Jaidyn DeVoir]

I am not one of faith, but this was well written and very well executed. The read was fantastic. If I was a god fearing woman, I would definately take this as a warning that our own impurities are casting us aside, and bringing us that much closer to damnation. I don't see how this could or should offend, and if it does, then that person needs to look within themselves.

With Love,

Jaidyn

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

first the poem~ vivid cinematic draw in the rhythmic pattern presents itself in three dimensional frames not only for the eyes but the thoughts that roll around beyond it~
second~ every day I try to find something redeemable in the human animal~ and come up short every time~
not offensive~ simply reality~
excellent~