Great Sermon. George Adam Smith

Tossed into a heap

They have been

Futile over the years

Of trends following 

Clay brass wood

Fashioned by the artisan.

Selfish imaginings

Self importance

Self consciousness.

As if man had made

His own gods

Of pick and choose.



Conveniently sought out

Fleeing sterling Doctrine

Going instead to a buffet

Of current excitements

Titillating

And fed impetus

By agents of

The Enemy

Little children

Flee from idols

Of any sort.



Photo by Cindy Garnett

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