Pious faces everywhere
Calm hearts everywhere
Lighted hands up yonder to worship
Holy lips to sing angels songs
Hugs and holy kisses are free
This place smells like heaven
Yes! This place is heaven on earth

Stain glass proof windows tightly closed
Boxed in our own world no one sees
Fragrance proof doors to keep it here

Sullen faces everywhere
Heavy hearts everywhere
Lips of clay our silence to each other
Wrapped in pain, hugs are costly
This place smells like hell !!

Concealed in her purse the fragrance of love
From the roof top, a Macedonia call to action
This place smells like God has bled to death
With tears he beckoned; pour it out everywhere!!

She is afraid to be different
She is comfortable blending in
She is afraid to show forth her hidden identity
Her traditional bells sounds louder than her calling
Her sacred cows are more important than a dying world
She is Boxed in a religion of monopolizing God

                     Copyright 2014GOG|McDaniels Gyamfi

“The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day
We begin to die” – Martin Luther King Jr.