The Living Church

a poem by Devi Nangrani

Church
A place of testimony
Where one stands
In all disposed truth, to face the truth.
But
The fact is otherwise
Where one stands live in flesh
That is the pace, the real spot of church.
To say nothing but the truth
To think nothing but the truth
To hear nothing but the truth
For
On the Day of Judgment
It is the living heart with truth
A real witness of the testimony.
For
It is the only truth seeker
Other than the mind
That plays foul all the time.
So, my mind!
Open ears of my heart
Open eyes of my heart
To listen to the truth
And sustain the truth.