CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter
The Last Preacher [poem] [Sun, 6-5-21]
It’s no great loss, really
Nobody remembers
about religion
when there was a sabbath
about a closer walk
or peace in the valley
Nobody misses church
potlucks and picnics
organs and choirs
offerings for the needy
baby in the manger
The spirituality pills
really are better
As the Bible says
in the new authorized
psychobabble edition
How will they hear
without a pill
I sort of miss, though,
getting to shake hands
at the door, after
John Robert McFarland
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