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
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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