Bread and Water
Heard a lot of sermons
drunk at the Church's breast.
Avoided sand, built on rock.
The straight n narrow way to be blest
Tried hide and seek with angels
who laughed at men and mice.
Then played hunt the thimble
with the pearl of great price.
But the furniture moves about these days
Keep getting a different view.
I think there's more questions than answers
though can't tell you whether that’s true.
So now the bread it comes unsliced.
To be cut with a double-edged knife.
The water comes unfiltered,
Full of germs. Full of life.
Write the word TRUST on a stone
and throw it in the sea.
Watch the ripples till sunset.
Touch the mystery.
Isobel
Tue 13th Nov 2012 21:33
I'm not a fan of the rhyme in this but like the way you've played with ideas and the imagery you've used Dave.