Michael Parkes

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calderdale

United Kingdom

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  • 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

  • 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

  • Ellis Hein

    Again, Michael, I like this new poem, Diversity.