VxPoem ID: 39325
Posted: November 13th. 2010 1:48:35 PM
The Fear of Preaching
Age Group: Teen
There we sat,
In a pew,
Pastor was preaching,
About whom was whom,
Above us, and before us,
After us, and for us,
But all I could feel was the fear about me,
Could they sense, could they tell,
There was a witch amidst them,
A witch among them,
In a denim dress, silent as a mourners stress,
I know, I did only go, I only went, for supporting a friend,
Her family member, in communion, first ever, we were proud and I was
'Assumin, that this would be easy, but fear crept into me,
Preaching to the crowd, monotone replies of murmuring,
As loud as ever, echoing through the walls, ringing in my ears,
Chanting to call, the God, they ask of to hear their prayers,
But I didn't join in, the saints prayer, I didn't believe, and I was scared,
Service, I couldn't comprehend, the asking for forgiveness, to cleanse of
Supposed sins, I didn't believe that somehow, they were relieved,
As somehow they were the best, above all else, Wiccans don't claim that,
A statement seeming to bring in their unholy hell,
Why turn the other cheek? I asked internally, before I was Wiccan,
I still did never believe- in that, for the very reason,
That, seems ridiculous in my mind, if one shall ever hurt you,
With bad intention, deep inside, to let yourself become a pushover,
Only makes you the foolish one, no spirituality I see in this,
And regarded it as nobody would've won, when the hymns began,
It was not I that sang along, my mind on the goddesses and Pan,
Did I disappoint them? Being one who did stand? There was not,
Connection for me, in this church, anyway, when time for communion came,
I drank and ate not, of Christ's body, I found it against me,
Observed, I rather did, I felt it wrong, for me to do, so I was silent,
Once again, I did not believe I was a sinner, underneath their terms,
I did not feel as though my presence was of worth,
First time ever in a church, I shall never go again, with or without,
My friend, its not right for me, I've had years to discover
What I believe- and church will never be it.
Author's Notes: This is my original poem, to post this anywhere without credit to me and a link to this page- is plagiarism which is ILLEGAL. You must request permission from me for this, and any of my work.
This poem is my own opinion and personal feelings about being in a church for the very first time. I went to go support a friends family member in her first communion.
Author's Location: mesa, Arizona
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