Your skill has fashioned stately creeds, But where is He, we pray— The friendly Christ of loving deeds? He is not here today. With sentences that twist and tease, Confusing mind and heart, You forge your wordy homilies And bid us heed your art. But where is He—or can you tell?— Who stilled the brothers' strife, Who urged the woman at the well To live a better life? Where is the Saint of Galilee, Crude Peter's faithful guide; The man who wept at Bethany Because His friend had died? We weary of your musty lore Behind dead walls of gray; We want His loving words once more By some Emmaus way. Give us the Christ who can bestow Some comfort-thought of death. Give us a Christ our hearts can know— The Man of Nazareth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE IVORY GATE: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL |