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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I hear the church bells ringing,

and within the windows stained

are the dreary choirs singing—

the god, that dreadful spirit named

as if he was just now bringing

peace in prayer to those who’ve claimed

that somber sort of faith and pain. 


but who am I to shout!

with spite towards those delusions

I’ve no particular clue about—

those tenets and scriptural confusions—



I just like the organ hymns--
the solemn brook of light

Before the evening dims,

and passes sadly on to night.


Submitted: November 17, 2020

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Steven P. Pody

Interesting point of view...

Tue, November 17th, 2020 10:04pm


You have written an interesting expression of your point of view. You have done a nice job rhyming.

Wed, November 18th, 2020 1:14am

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