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Feelings About Church

I HATE church
And all it stands for -
Whatever that may be?
Our churches are barely half filled with 
So-called Christians!
But what are they really?
Hypocrites. Cynics.
Hateful people who don’t give a toss!
All they care about is themselves.
They don’t care about the people they hurt
With their hypocrisy and cynicism.
They don’t care about
Being two-faced - it suits them.
Perhaps the people in our churches
Should take more notice of the 
Kind, sympathetic, unselfish
Real genuine people
In the outside world.
If you ask me
They are the true Christians of this world.
They know how to help others.
They know how to be unselfish.
They don’t deal in lies
And deceit wrapped up as 
Religion and being a Christian.
Religion? What is that?
Going to church because you have to?
Following the same boring old routine
Because it’s expected?
Going through the motions
Of this supposedly ‘exclusive club’
For people who like to think they are genuine!
Where is God in all this mess?
(If there is such a thing!)
Why does He let people behave like this?
Why don’t people genuinely care anymore?
I do. 
I’m angry and bitter at this moment in time.
Perhaps I don’t really mean what I say?
But right now, this is how I feel.
The church has nothing to offer me.
No comfort. No strength. No love.
Nothing.
There is nothing here for me –
Except emptiness.

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I Remember When - - - - -

I remember when . . . . . 
Life was uncomplicated, 
Things fitted naturally into place –
No questions asked,
No confusion . . . . .
I’ve grown up since then.
Become an adult –
In stature,
Though perhaps not in outlook
And attitude?

I remember when . . . . .
I was a child
And adulthood seemed a milestone 
So far away,
Never to be reached . . . . .
Now I have finally reached that ‘unattainable’ milestone
I long for my childhood again.
But there are things I would change.
Then, I thought 
I had love and care and understanding. 
As I grew up,
I became aware that
The love was very selfish love.
The care was conditional care
The understanding was never there when I need it.
I remember the crisis points in my life –
And there was nothing and  nobody there . . . . .
So I lived in a state of total confusion.
A real ‘mixed-up kid'!
My emotions were like a whirlpool,

Then . . . . .

I remember when  . . . . .
I met you.
At that moment in time
Neither of us knew
How things would turn out.

I remember when. . . . .
You ‘turned the key’,
Unlocked the floodgates of my 'inner self' 
And all hell came pouring out.

“Love is patient, love is kind. . . . 
There is nothing that love cannot face,
There is no limit to its faith, 
It’s hope, and it’s endurance”.

Gradually, I began to realise
That there was something between us -
Something special.
No words can express or describe 
That ‘something special’.

I remember when . . . . .
I found true love and care and understanding.

I remember when . . . . .
Through you . . . . .
I found myself.

I remember when . . . . .

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A Country Walk

The quiet countryside
Gives peace of mind.
The lonely country lanes
Give solitude.
The smell of country air
Calms my restless soul,
And all within is still.
I am at peace with myself and the world.
I feel refreshed,
Happy again,  no longer depressed.
Everything seems wonderful;
The miracles of nature thrill me once more,
I am content.
The country experience I longed for
Has relieved the pressures of life.

But, back in the town:
The hustle and bustle,
Traffic zooming to and fro;
People hurry – no time for anything.
Now again I am restless,
My mind once more confused,
Caught up in the system,
The pressures of life bearing down.
So ends the country experience.

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The Egyptian Madonna

She sits, patiently,
And waits
Alone.
It seems so long
Since she held him close,
And now, he is so far away.
The telephone rings.
She jumps up.
Her heart begins to thump.
News of him? Yes.
Yet another delay.
But he will be back
One day soon.
Until then,
She must lie awake, alone
With memories of happy days gone by;
Dreams of those yet to come.
Yes. Someday soon
He will come back.

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Death of a Loved One

You must have gone through hell,
The pain you suffered.
Yet you kept your sense of humour,
And still felt concern for others
Not half as ill as you.
You fought for your life,
Almost against hope –
And in the end,
When it was only matter of time,
Still you went on fighting.
Then, one August afternoon,
As the sun shone brightly
The Lord looked down on you,
He saw you were weary and tired.
Knew you’d suffered long enough.
Gently, He took you by the hand,
And you quietly passed from the life on earth
To the better life above.
Finally your struggle is over,
You rest in peace.
Those you leave behind will mourn and grieve,
Yet, deep in their hearts they know –
It’s all for the best –
‘A happy release’.

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A Way Will Be Found

My friend has written a book.
Initially, she struggled with a ‘hook’.
Two sample chapters are ready to roll,
Getting the book published being the goal.
An inspirational memoir, it has to be said,
And a ‘must be read’.
Adversity can be overcome
By the mind, and then by some.
‘A way will be found’
May cost you more than a pound;
But worth every penny, 
To so many 
Struggling to alter their perspective, 
In order to become more effective 
In life, and create powerful change.
To some this may seem strange, 
But have ‘trust, faith and belief’
For this strangeness to be oh so brief.
An inspirational memoir from beginning to end,
And a book I would, indeed, highly recommend.

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If

IF I died tomorrow –
I’d just be another defunct Debit Card
That was no longer valuable.
A monthly salary that no longer need be paid into the bank.
Gas and electricity could be ‘cut off’ 
Without dire consequences.
The telephone and broadband bill need not be paid
Due to the fact that I’m DEAD!”
And no longer need to be ‘put in touch’ with any of my contacts.
I could no longer be fined if I did not have a TV Licence . . .
Dead souls can’t watch TV!
The RAC would no longer need to come to my rescue . . .
They rescue ‘dead’ cars
NOT dead people.
I don’t think my ‘Home Start’ applies to dead bodies.
The contents of my house 
Could be argued over by whoever. . .
Although I have made a Will.
The house could be sold at a profit;
Electrical appliance?
Well some things should be worth having –
TV, HI-FI., DVD etc.
The Fridge Freezer could be defrosted and sold.
Molly would be an orphan,
But she is registered with The Cats Protection League,
And would be looked after,
And found a new home.
Doubt if I’d be missed?
Just a number.
A Bank Account number.
A Direct Debit number.
A Debit Card Number.
A Credit Card Number.
Do you think the computers 
Might miss my numbers?
Perhaps? . . .

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Christmas

Its Christmas time,
Bells chime.
Everyone is after Amazon Prime -
To ensure Christmas presents
Are delivered on time.
But in all the hustle and bustle
Do we actually think 
Of the true meaning of Christmas?
That little baby,
Born in Bethlehem;
Laid to rest in a manger,
In a stable,
Because there was no room at the inn.
Or is the true meaning of Christmas 
A little nearer to home?
Being kind and thoughtful,
Patient, loving and caring
To all the people we know.
But is caring far too complicated these days?
I think the world itself
Does not know
The true meaning of Christmas anymore.

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In the Still of the Night

In the still of the night
I feel you close to me;
In the still of the night
Your body touches mine;
In the still of the night
We embrace each other;
In the still of the night
You are mine.

But, in the morning light
There is nothing.
I acknowledge my fantasy –
It was all just a dream.
All that is left
Is a cold space beside me,
Where once
Your body could have been.

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The Black Country

This morning the sky was on fire -
Blue elephants and pink champagne, 
Melting into golden orange, 
Like the golden sand of holiday beaches….. 
Suddenly broken by industrial black,
Guaranteed to spoil any scenic illusions you may have. 
And yet, in its own way
Black is beautiful.