COME TO CHURCH

After moribund years of misery
An exerting care cautiously put
To seek fellowship in the sanctuary
And rest my burden with open door
A querying way asked the why
Not obliged to give a try
But for the gratitude and respect
Troubled self bereft of answers
For the tools to tackle the mundane

Choir and songs top in praises
Prayers in tongues seeks supplication
The word manifest in allegories
A pathway to embrace the symbolic
The way to salvation of mankind
Inward journey we must undertake
Through the door we have opened
To let Christ come into our hearts
And be at peace with God in glory

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript

Comments

hello,

I must admit, I was a bit put off by your title, but it does fit the piece. I had to look up the word "moribund" (good word!) and leave my findings here for other readers:

mor·i·bund [máwr? bùnd] adjective
1. dying: nearly dead
2. stagnant: having lost all sense of purpose or vitality
3. obsolescent: becoming obsolete

your composition and language usage is excellent, in my opinion.

A good write.

always, Cat

I struggled with the title...

I have not been to church for over thirty years, then the pressure from family, friends and former co-workers, who, having seen my seeming stagnation in joblessness lured me to church. The experience is encapsulated in the piece. The real frustration is left out or probably taken to the sanctuary. Thanks and best wishes.