The evangelist

God help you all
You sinners all
He cried and sobbed and swayed and knelt
But deep inside
His inner self
He didn’t care what people felt
Contribute to
This worthy cause
He shouted out accusingly
But deep inside
His callous soul
He thought but little about me
His robe was blue
His eyes were cold
As yet once more he blessed the throng
Their hearts were moved
Their tears were real
For them this man could do no wrong
Cut out the hearts
Of those who fail
To nourish and sustain the free
And one of them
Believed these words
And said a prayer
And took a knife
And carved his heart into a tree
The preacher stood
And waited long
Before he climbed the belfry tower
But I was there
And held my breath
And waited long
With trembling hand
And growing feelings of great power
His robe was blue
Her skin was pink
I saw them lying there entwined
God bless you dear
And have no fear
The sun will shine
Now you are mine
Not long I thought and crept behind
And caught the rope
And cut its threads
And let the bell
Toll out its knell
And crash down with a mighty roar
And hell and heaven were no more

The evangelist

Faith Puleston

Herdecke, Germany

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Artist's Description

Actually, this poem is all about hypocrisy quite a lot of which we will all have seen this Easter weekend!

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