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The Old Church In a Downtown Canyon

The Old Church in a Downtown Canyon

On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, beg a prayer,
With all the noonday people.


Up next door to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To businesshood.


Look down from the sparkling window
In quiet contemplation,
Way over the steeple now of
Those in meditation.


The little church struggles for funds,
Swallowed from years of beanstalk choking,
By those who heard its love,
Their greed its hymns now revoking.


High high were the dreams encouraged,
From the little steepled pews,
Those who learned in it, reaped its love,
Are far too few. 

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David Smith July 13, 2016 at 7:56 PM Your message differently worded is cried out even in this land. Good word choices to make your message and keep it in the air. Too many are now so high they only can look down to where it may be hotter than the sun yet no sunlight ever reaches there. Regards from David in NZ Sunlite Wanter July 14, 2016 at 11:12 AM Thanks. I treasure your comment.