Richard Lamoureux Poet Quatrain

Church

When I went to the Temple
It should have felt like home
So as I sat in the pew
Why did I feel all alone

Was my heart disconnected
Was there something wrong with me
Why did I feel like running
From a place that felt empty

Three thousand souls I counted
The church grew before my eyes
I went to look for answers
Yet I left with all my whys

Why was the music perfect
Why did others have no flaws
As I sought my redemption
I drowned within the applause

After the entertainment
As I walked out open doors
I drifted on life's ocean
In a boat that had no oars

Hands held out towards heaven
Within solitude God was kind
As I took time to ponder
I surrendered body and mind

Now Church is not about me
Or the way it makes me feel
Whenever I praise my Savior
The Temple becomes more real

Now I can take church with me
To the places that I go
Within a heart of thankfulness
He allows my love to grow

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Timothy Hicks November 25, 2014 at 5:37 PM You capture the original essence of the mission of the apostles. Church was never meant to stay in one place - but instead to grow and expand - it is not a building but a gathering of people with one purpose. You weren't kidding about your P-soup fast being a short one! Works for me... I get to read more of your poetry :)

Robert Lindley November 25, 2014 at 10:08 AM BRAVO!!! IF I COULD FAV BUT ONE RELIGIOUS POEM HERE I'D CHOSE THIS OVER MINE OR ANY OTHERS. A magnificent poem my friend.. Super, super 7 from me!!

Monterey Sirak November 24, 2014 at 7:38 AM Oh I love this! People are the church, not buildings. People loving and serving and searching. Richard Lamoureux November 24, 2014 at 8:40 AM Thanks Monterey.

Kayod5 Kayode November 22, 2014 at 10:23 PM Exactly what church should be,but how many take church out with them Richard? All we can see around us now are deceit,exploitation and immorality at its height, too bad; yet God is not deterred: I know my sheep and my sheep know me,says the Lord of Hosts. Richard Lamoureux November 24, 2014 at 8:40 AM There is a lot of goodness as well, however the evil can feel overwhelming at times. Fortunately God will prevail.

Paul Callus November 22, 2014 at 2:52 PM Yes, Richard, you can take the church with you! The church is the house of God, but we can meet him and communicate as freely when we find him out in the wild where silence reigns. (Reminds me of our friend Peter who sees God in the beauty of nature). // paul Richard Lamoureux November 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM You speak te truth Paul. Thanks for commenting.

Donna Jones November 21, 2014 at 6:38 PM A true blessing to read Richard...thank you Richard Lamoureux November 22, 2014 at 1:29 AM You are kind Donna, I have appreciated your visits. It is so nice to have you back. Hugs Rick.

Sarai Virden November 21, 2014 at 1:32 AM You my friend are one of those who say in a poem, what is in the heart of those you sat next to you. Beautifully expressed. Your soul shines with such purity and humility. Hugs to you. Richard Lamoureux November 21, 2014 at 8:28 AM Hugs and thanks back to you Sarai.

Andrea Dietrich November 20, 2014 at 11:53 PM Love this, richard. I am not sure if it is saying what I interpreted as the meaning. for me, church is more a state of mind than the physical building. but I do believe you worship in church AND in your loving heart. Richard Lamoureux November 21, 2014 at 8:29 AM Yes you have interpreted it perfectly. Thanks for visiting Andrea.

Eileen Manassian November 20, 2014 at 11:04 PM This poem should be read in church, Richard. We are living stones built into a holy temple, the Bible tells us. Church is where two or three are gathered in His name. I preached once on this topic. Church...the Emergency Room of Heaven. I was touched by Dwight Nelson's book entitled, The Eleventh Commandment. Church is where we come sick in need of healing. It isn't a museum of saints, nor a mausoleum....it is where healing takes place. Thanks for sharing this gem. May God bless you always... Richard Lamoureux November 21, 2014 at 8:32 AM He has blessed me even during those times I had been unaware of his presence. Thanks Eileen, I love the wisdom and depth of your response.

Charmaine Chircop November 20, 2014 at 5:28 PM You do take the church with you..and you even bring it to us by the way you express faith and love.Yes God's church is not made of bricks and stones but of faithful hearts and souls.Lovely poem Richard. Richard Lamoureux November 21, 2014 at 8:34 AM You are kind Charmaine. Thanks for coming to church with me.

David Meade November 20, 2014 at 10:32 AM God is the reason for worship . . . how we can sometimes lose sight of this simple fact . . . your poem give testimony to the messiness of church and the difficult road of faith. Richard Lamoureux November 21, 2014 at 8:36 AM Thanks David, it is time for us to discard our consumer perspectives.

Mama Bear November 20, 2014 at 9:17 AM Wonderfully crafted. One knows that you have a relationship with God. Love and Blessings Mom Richard Lamoureux November 21, 2014 at 8:36 AM I love you too mom.