A Poem: What Have We Done?

Winding ourselves up and down with the fetters of yesterday:
Lord what have we done to your church?

Springtime brings flowers and singing birds,,
But our hearts slumber on in a perpetual winter.

Our meetings have become not a place to find God
so much as to hide from him?

Unreality floods our doors as we strive to keep
the machine going.

Christmas comes: ‘Joy to the World’
and people pity us –

They can read our faces:
Our lips tell of life, our faces tell the lie.

– Kenneth Crotty