When Will the Lights Come On?

There’s just a hint of anger

Each time the Church comes up.

You must have felt its judgment;

You must have feared the cup.

You must have heard “unworthy”

So many times you quake,

And all your parents’ efforts

Somehow a big mistake.

_____

The cloister and confessional,

The habit and the rail,

The incense and the Latin,

The good intents that fail.

The words sadly out-dated.

The sin that looks like fun.

The myriad of sainted names

That somehow cloud God’s Son.

_____

Oh pity that your light to date

Has been the counterfeit.

The rules, the regs, the form

That begs the very heart of it.

Religion is a love affair

With history’s greatest Friend

He waits for you, and your breakthrough

To joy that knows no end.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

 

http://justhappeneduponthis.wordpress.com/2013/08/31/uncreated-light/

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