There’s a crack in the Church


There’s a crack in the
most ancient site

A tea spoon and a crusty loaf
has spilled its wrath in the throat
of those who’s to stand for the faith

Timidity has kissed the forehead
of the ordained
The oil has been sold
to revive their fine face
Vestments have been hid
to part with old ways

The enemy has fatten their purse
they stood by the counter
addicted to the sound of the
coin and the metal plate

The drive for souls, is relegated
to the infant, embracing old age

The sheep and their sullen soul
tuck in the falling snow

The rat and their own
occupies the shiny store
and the sacred cups

The statues and the rose
crumbled, by the noise
of the jubilant world

All is left, a polluted baptismal font
and a truth that never change

Judgment! Judgment!
The chariot of the world
would not save
on the day, God call you
by your first name


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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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5 Responses to There’s a crack in the Church

  1. Pingback: There's a crack in the Church | Christians Anonymous

  2. kph52013 says:

    A crack in the Church? Very unfortunately, it’s true.

    Liked by 1 person

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