John Lennon wall in Prague. Image by Diane GrieserReligion never gripped me,
Faith must have passed me by.
I was Christened C of E,
But never made the tie.
So, I've never done confession,
Though I have surely sinned.
And contrition without expression,
Is like whistling in the wind.
Adoration, stained, and set
In lead, against the light.
Baptismal signs, made to whet
Doctrinal appetite.
No, I never really got the call,
But I am still a fan
Of tolerance for one and all,
And love for my fellow man.
Martin T. Hodges
Posted over on his site Square Sunshine
Listed as #32 over on Magpie Tales 45
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