Someone once said prayers for your soul,
memories still fresh with loss.
They even built a monument,
with likenesses to make them recall and think.
Then time and event began to smooth over
the prickly edges of their pain,
and soon they too were gone,
the prayers being said no more,
save as thoughts in agnostic minds
as to the nature of faith
copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
Who would have the time, the patience and the patronage, to build a new edifice to faith? Today's monstrosities arise to lesser gods, steel and glass tombs where no one lives, while shanty towns mass around in some claustrophobic hell, whose denizens fight and beg just to stay alive. Such juxtaposition is not new - only the extremes.
copyright Francis Barker 2020
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