Go and sin, sin on more.
Mercy, my mercy, sin galore!
The joy of love, not the sword,
No division, praise me as lord!
An eye offends? That’s OK,
Look again, not away.
Fire everlasting not forever.
Eternal damning, never, never.
“Yes is yes” hurts so much.
“No is no” is out of touch.
No dog vomits, none returns.
No sow wallows, no one burns.
Hard, rigid crosses, so unreal,
Good news logic, feel, feel, feel.
Hell an endless eternity?
Such a church won’t do for me.
I need a church without a hell;
A mercy church, so all is well.
Go and sin, sin on more.
Mercy, my mercy, sin galore!
Copyright © Guy McClung 2016
Previous version published 2017 at Catholic Lane
Well done. Unfortunately it is still spot on.
… A field hospital where all the medical staff were let go because they were too rigid.
That’great theology, Guy, and pretty good poetry! Thanks.
Sadly that’s spot on Guy. Says it all about our soft Church at the moment.