Repeat...

Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
Something is missing,
From the listening process.

There are too many claiming,
To have this access that's exchanged.
Observed is a continuance...
Increasing a confusing mess that's gained.

Whatever is being confessed,
In these 'obsessions' one has and receives...
Where are the blessings being bestowed,
To spread from these 'sessions'
Digested and professed
When congregations
Disperse and leave.

Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached.
Many are not about in an outreach,
From the preachings observed...
Heard and 'suppose' to teach!

Leaving after being 'served'
With a 'wholesomeness' from these 'cliques'.
Are people who are full of themselves,
Making it apparent...
They are nothing more than hypocrites!

Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
Something is missing,
From the listening process.

There are too many claiming,
To have this access that's exchanged.
Observed is a continuance...
Increasing a confusing mess that's gained.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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