Come on, tell me what to do?

I know I'm not alone

But, face it, I've had enough

I'd rather be at home

Sitting in the garden

Listening to the birds

For church on Sunday norning

Is getting too absurd.

Here we are, the people

Who all have our own seat

Talk over tea or coffee -

With a little cake to eat -

But ignore any input

Which might disturb our ease

From week to week or time to time

Yet accepting those which please

Like turning all our problems

Over to the Lord

Rather than doing them ourselves

Which, of course, we can't afford

Hoping that some others

Will feel that they're inspired

For after all we've been to church

What else has God required?

In a world that's failing

Where everything seems mad

Our Sunday morning sanity

Is surely not that bad?

And just because we're choosing

To leave things up to God

Letting him clean up the mess

Who'd think that that was odd?

For after two millennia

Of churches in the world

What difference have you noticed

Of better lives unfurled?

Unless you're counting science

And philosophical thought

Which fought against theology

To create the world it bought

By standing up for humans

Ignoring all the kant

Of patriachal power

And the constant puerile rant

But now even the science

Is ignored by those who claim

Conspiricy theatricals

Though children die in pain.

Jesus said I am the Truth

But until we are clear

What truth this is, I much regret

We'll never find it here.

Brian Hick

©copyright Sally HIck 16.4.22