A walking stick

Religion is a walking stick,
Lean on it when times get tough,
When not in need put it in a spot,
Where others can use it, I kid you not.
I hear a Ukrainian ask “Is there a God”
But don’t ask a Russian, well, not at the moment,
Give it a while, let the dust settle,
Once the atrocities are over, there will be a God,
You wait and see, God will be there for you and me,
All leaning on our walking sticks, praised be.




Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2022-06-30 at 14:31

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked this poem Mick. I feel that you have summed up how so many of us relate (or not) to our faith.
2022-07-01


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice one Mick at the moment Putin thinks he's slick. All us
old foogies should get together and hit him over the head with or walking sticks. Regards Alan
2022-06-30