I sent this poem to "The Friend" but I my expectations aren't very high.
Diversity
We have a Golden calf you know it’s grandeur knows no bound This calf to whom we now kow-tow, our foreheads touching ground It wears a crown, diversity: its tolerance is sure This calf is called perversity it is the devils spore, Belief in Christ is frowned upon, here it’s tolerance is strained Love of God is now forgone our Christian God restrained This crown is jewelled with tolerance, permissiveness and guile The calf is seeking dominance its intentions, truly vile And if we dare speak, against this calf, were sure to be berated And dare we speak on Christ’s behalf, we are certain, we’ll be slated. So Friends we needs must make our stand, for love of God, for Christ Our Godly words should not be banned, for us our God -Our Christ- was sacrificed. So, Quakers, Friends, you surely know we’re in a holy war It’s time to overthrow this Calf outside our meeting’s door.
Michael Parkes
Hi Ellis, Hi everyone.
I sent this poem to "The Friend" but I my expectations aren't very high.
Diversity
We have a Golden calf you know it’s grandeur knows no bound
This calf to whom we now kow-tow, our foreheads touching ground
It wears a crown, diversity: its tolerance is sure
This calf is called perversity it is the devils spore,
Belief in Christ is frowned upon, here it’s tolerance is strained
Love of God is now forgone our Christian God restrained
This crown is jewelled with tolerance, permissiveness and guile
The calf is seeking dominance its intentions, truly vile
And if we dare speak, against this calf, were sure to be berated
And dare we speak on Christ’s behalf, we are certain, we’ll be slated.
So Friends we needs must make our stand, for love of God, for Christ
Our Godly words should not be banned, for us our God -Our Christ- was
sacrificed.
So, Quakers, Friends, you surely know we’re in a holy war
It’s time to overthrow this Calf outside our meeting’s door.
Michael
10thMo 21, 2014
Michael Parkes
that poem was not the one Ellis spoke of, this is;
The Word
We speak our truth so quietly that only God can hear
We hide our light so only God can see it shining clear
We cannot speak amongst ourselves we have no common goal
The seed of God remains a seed in our infertile soul
Speak truth to power in love of God that was our clarion call
The truth we speak is worldly now no talk of God at all.
Belief in God is optional, belief in Christ absurd
We’ve got our reputation we no longer need the word.
We don’t need our inner teacher, we just don’t want to know
We have our cosy comfy life we have no will to grow
We clothe ourselves in goodness, our godliness displaced
We have walked awry, and now we need our Godly path retraced.
We are no longer Quaker in the sense of those before
We no longer have the weapons to fight this holy war
Belief in God is optional, belief in Christ absurd
We’ve got our reputation, we no longer need the word
10thMo 21, 2014
Ellis Hein
Again, Michael, I like this new poem, Diversity.
10thMo 23, 2014