Church has no plural form
There's only one - all across the world
And each and every follower
Is a small but vital member
However, instead of this united universal vision of belonging
This catholicity that sees our sibling-consanguinity
This hyper-doctrinality has blasted us to smithereens!
Like a modern-day Nimrod's Tower
Brought down when builders no longer understand each other
The Church has become a cacophony of creeds and complaints.
People eager to 'correct' their brother
As if they have the monopoly on 'The Truth'
We get bogged down in 'discussions' about baptism and communion
To name but two tectonic ruptures of our union.
Those outside, looking on,
Shake their heads in disbelief as
Christians war with one another -
With people we claim we love.
So is it, as some have come to believe,
One huge tragic farce?
A collective delusion of people groping in the dark?
They may be right - we have no way of knowing.
Personally speaking -
I'm one who continues to hold on
To believe in one gigantic truth
That the original Inventor - who brought us all into existence -
Made each of us -
And loves us - as we are.
No conditions on that love -
Not even that we believe in the one.
I believe that one to be Jesus of Nazareth
Who told us to love one another
And do for others what we'd want others to do for us.
That's enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought-provoking rendition nicely crafted with spiritual insight