Churches

Sunday morning and the church is empty
There is talk of closing the doors
Worry that the money is not enough to last
There is fear, but there is no hope

Seems there is a church on every corner
Seems the nearest three are closed
There are so many funerals
So few who return

A few faithful who move from one to another
Always seeking the best experience
Never forming part of the community
Always leaving without bonding

They say the world is changing
People filled with belief
Knowing and sure of their rightness
But where is community?

Is life about knowledge?
So much information to sort
Do we learn to endure others?
A world where communities can form without diversity

Is it worth keeping the doors open?
Or can we regain hope?

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