The Bells of Saint Mary's

~Bells of Saint Mary's~ Oh, the joy of being young! When those phenomenal bells so joyfully rung! And I, in patent leather Mary Janes, Ate Tootsie Rolls as if in a now forgotten dream. Staring at the mosaic, stunning tall window panes. How we loved playing games so divinely innocent! But now, by His Majesty,  "Political Correctness", To the bin of "Forbidden" have all been sent. Do I think the world is better today? Not from me, will you ever hear a boisterous, "Hurray!" Most joyfully we buried God and His commands. Instead, we fall on our knees to  adore sparrows and men? We cheer for all manner of witchcraft! As to how to live, besieged  online like moral sieves. Not realizing it is we destroying this world, with godless incantations. This demon's footprints show up in our poetry, alas! When we adore the most foolish things. As for us, no time for the Creator do we have. And in our Poetry, we are careful of His name, not to sing. Some do not know this world has an end date, just as we. They think there is no Judgement Day coming! So they worry about things they cannot control! When it is their very soul at stake. We are free spirits who deride any God connection, Most don't want it, as they  made themselves gods. The mirror and their works, their morality, is never in question. They have with pomposity  Hung God out to dry. And honor only a moon and the twinkling sky? I'd love to hear the Bells of  Saint Mary's again. When God s words were valued far more. Than those that come from my mere mortal poet's pen! August 24, 2019