The Garden of Love
I went to the
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the
That so many sweet flowers bore,
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
_William Blake (1794)
Sometimes I fear that the church has lost sight of what it is supposed to be all about. God created the world and saw that it was good and yet we have looked upon it and called it evil. So we build walls with roofs, doors, and windows and we call our
Sometimes people don't need Church to snap them back in sync. Sometimes people are well on their way, already enjoying the