|On My Way To Christendom
On my way to Christendom
I fell into a trap.
It seemed so real I walked right in,
it's jaws did gnash and snap.
"Please come right in," the people said,
their smiles all unfurled.
And like a Cheshire cat I grinned
into a different world
It didn't look much different
as I thought it would be,
but people seemed much more alive
and full of love, and free.
The way they lived was simple,
they related to the land,
and treated it like their aged ones
to whom they owed their hand.
This wasn't "yours" and that not "mine"
divided all insane.
Enough was there for all to share
if everyody came.
And days and months and years did pass,
I lived as if a cloud;
a life to live and share was mine,
and the winds blew soft and loud.
And then one night a dreamt a man
who in my ear did sob,
"When was it last you went to church,
or held a steady job?
"There is a special school we know,
it's really very nice.
We're positive you'll like it there,
away from sin and vice.
"We'd like to save your soul,my son,
we see you've been ill shod.
We'll teach you how to spend your days
and live your life for God."
"It sounds like it would do quite well
for someone else," I said.
"I'm sorry I'm no help to you,"
and hastened back to bed.
(The end ... thought I