Shore up a crumbing wall

My faith, the gap, is simple, not decadent
I cast a line with hook and weight
false idols bright, I view so hesitant
my line was slack and never taught

I heard the want, of natures chant
it hummed discord
 grumbled disgust, with needs and wants
never, bow on knee with a murmuring hoard

Not the edifice, imposing grand facade
a lightening flash, the thunder answer back
200 pipe organ, playing Bach
the angry storm with winds that lash

For Gaia's need, to kiss the earth
mankind so deaf to her beseech
ever grey, the dawn be overcast
and prayer will never fill the breach

 Plastic idols with us for Millennia
convenience, the offerings, betray each church
my testament, to see the forest's green agenda
plasters, on all natures hurt

Not frogmarched by consumerisms stigma
our living planet, heed its mater
preach to me no frigid dogma
 but love, that has the power to alter

Not those dry and dusty  scripts
nature, be my buttresses of influence
not steal the lead from each domesticity
nor fairy tales, but belief in common sense

Wear a Joseph's coat
A belief to preserve just what we have
my own colour, faith, a need invoked
repair all, that's been raped and stabbed

The cross to fill a gaping  hole
I sing hymns that only earth can hear
boulders form from my resolve
build a base without compare