Poem

I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago, and think I'll put it up here. Most of the images come from somewhere else (like, the bible), and it sounds a bit forced, but at least it rhymes, right? It's basically about the church - what it's meant to be, how the world has gone wrong, and the hope we we have.

In the world but not of the world,
Live as light while prophesies unfold,
A nation set apart not to impress but bless,
To rethink their lives and confess!

For the earth was once our mother,
we loved our brother,
But now we seek refuge under-cover,
Once, God walked by our side,
Now, spirituality is left, untried.

But a hope is here, a city on a hill,
Where the hungry eat, and the thirsty drink their fill,
Where a river runs, and trees stand tall,
They walk with God, as before the fall,
And there's a place for all.

Well, that's it! I've got *loads* of thoughts I want to write up from the Peru trip, mainly due to the protest we went through.

ciao