Phil Naylor Poet Free verse

The Church

Upon his rock he built it
washed throughout the world,
through the toll of bells in the air
and the curl of smoke, rising.

Snakes that silently slithered
whispering 'come hither' to those in need.
Then they feed and take away the light that rose,
fell deep to the depths and rose again.

Only he who can be like a child will enter
through gates adorned by light and flower.
Through their lies they dispell your belief,
they sour the fruit that blooms.

Veined marble that beats with the passion of the millenia,
the prayer that dispells the darkness within.
Inside you is the alter, not in the stone or gold that adorns.
Perpetual innocence at battle with sin.

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Beata Agustin October 19, 2025 at 10:29 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 30, 2016 at 12:38 PM PHIL, A great pleasure to find and read your pen today. Love -- SKAT --

Audrey Haick October 21, 2012 at 12:20 PM I read this twice, Phil...so much truth in these words so well compiled...and it is plain to see, this is not the church he intended..just as you've said, "...Through their lies they dispell your belief, they sour the fruit that blooms".