People who falls.

A rediscovered rhymed musing on worship and church

Worship

Four walls or more
pews, carpet, a door,
a calendar counted and hurting souls haunted
volunteerings accounted or miscounted and memorized verses too often flaunted.

Yes, as below

At best, a
community to rest
ideas to share
people that care;

messages to enlighten
smiles to en-brighten
joyful love for others
God’s ❤️ spread to anothers;
children, fathers & mothers.

as below, No

At worst,
where are hearts are burst
judgments abound
gossips resound
dogma is found
exclusions surround
titles renowned, and,

and, and, and,
perfect attendance where worship occurs
with perfect hymns and hims and hers
within walls contained
and appearance maintained, no,

no, that will never be my hope,
no way, no way, no no nope.

My hope, my aspiration, my goal
is to love God high, and people low,
with all of my Jehovah-made soul;

to make music and make meaning
with others whose faith might be leaning,

and

to love and to question and storytell
not accept hardcore a version to sell
to break bread and drink coffee
with those who look to my heart and want to see me.

The mountains, the oceans, some walls or not

A church can have walls
and people who falls

It should have children and laughter
and food to devour right after
Friends to welcome and strangers to unstrange
ideas to unravel discuss and free-range.

It might have walls and it might possibly not
however it is, whatever the cases
let us convey with hearts’ actions and faces the joy of God’s graces.

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I scrawled this out in April 2018 and rediscovered this month; buried on a falling-apart page inside an old mini-travel journal tattered and worn. Still holds true.

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