David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Church of England 2012


The Church of England, so predictable.
That bastion of souls, all respectable.
With trendy vicars toeing the line,
Hapless curates taking their time.

Of women bishops marching in the fray,
And other clergy feeling gay.
A lefty Archbishop with an old grey beard,
A congregation thinking it all too weird.

Arranging flowers the elderly Mrs Brown,
The choirmaster, man about town.
The verger hardworking and honest,
The organ master writing a sonnet.

The leaking roof about to cave in,
With the next sermon all about sin.
The bells ring out in perfect chime.
The whole church way behind time.

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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My views on the Church of England in 2012 which seemed to be in a bit of confusion about its identity

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  • Rookie - 79 Points Kevin Halls (8/21/2013 6:10:00 AM)

    Your right it does seem outdated these days.
    I feel an hypocrite really as I believe in God but no longer attend any Church at all.
    Yes no two people agree with each other that's why we are in such a mess! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 955 Points Anthony Di''anno (4/10/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    Ah don't get me going David :) I totally agree that the church of England appears lost. The whole concept of religion in general appears lost. In the middle ages it was a superb way to control the masses. Nowadays we have the entertainment industry and main stream media to keep us buggered, bewitched and bewildered. Quite literally in many cases. (Report) Reply

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