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Sonnets
Poet Lariat
GOD HAS MOVED ON
The voice of God has many mouths
its speech cacophonous,
condemns and judges, tells and vows
to harden or to soften us.
Unholy clamour, all at once
in languages obscure!
Has God addressed the sage or dunce,
the wealthy or the poor?
Eschewed Elizabethan tongue?
He, no longer white,
is biased towards the child, the young
is colourful and bright!
God has slipped the surely bonds of Anglo middle class
Can the Church be sitting still on its collective ass?
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission