How sad was I to see them close
The church's doors for this the age,
When nothing now is sacred
And its lead's worth more than God.
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Your recent poems touch a place different from those more lyrical, descriptive ones of yore. I like the change and the anger you display in this one at the injustice of life and those who spoil that which matters. I know when I lived in Kangaroo Ground, I never locked the house - didn't need to. These days, the key must always be put into the lock before I leave - and it saddens me. Trust is so important Andrew. I feel for your and your Church's doors. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A ghastly feeling when this happens Andrew. I cannot understand what goes through the minds of these 'creatures' who do such undespicable acts. They have no hearts. Great piece of expressive writing. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
andrew you are gifted with words maybe touchhhhhhhhed by the lord himself so moving is your piece --a true masterpiece -A+++and 10+ anjali
Dear Andrew You have the capacity to write with the rare commodity of..' FEELING ' It pours through your lines as commitment and compassion All the very best come your way Love duncan X
A sad reflection of our times, I remember when churches were unlocked and held in reverence, sad write, but written with love, 10 Lynda xx
The key was turned within the lock For none were trusted anymore, ....................................................... Andrew, It is impossible to read this poems without tears, you are the good poet and the remarkable person..10.......... Best wishes, Tsira
God resides in our hearts Andrew...not in churches temples or mosques...we attend these places only to share with others our love for God...let's ignore it if they have to be kept closed...i can hear your angry anxious voice... A write against injustice on love of God...10