Anyone who feels simple straight talking is the only way to talk, look away please. If, though, you agree with me that there is often truth in complicated feelings and expressions, you may identify with this. It sketches some of my attitudes and feeling to being initated and finally excreted from the WTS.
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A new-found place Led by angels
Empowered for good
With Reasoning And compassion
Against ignorance I engaged 'The World'
Feeling the forces of darkness and light
Enchanted to be an atom of truth
Accelerated toward Living and dying
For the final cause
Arisen from water
Washed of myself
Subjected to law
Induced into order
Reduced and refined
Defined as of "Us"
18 and a Brother
Raised the curtain
The act begins on qualities new
Line by line
Quantities placed
Step by step, qualifications met
Manifesting spirit for the corps
And door to door
Showing myself
Frame to frame
Contentedly doing and doing again
Seeming my place amidst the compelled
Down, head down
Scriptures to view
Gap-filling reminders
Groaning flat-liners
Gnawing plain chant
Magazines to sell
Creases and collars
Polished pattering
Doubt suppressed
And hours to impress upon the soft terrain
Of the impressionable
Step up, I spoke to the multitude
To the moulded
And manoeuvred,
To approximate that holy shape:
The public speaker
Victories of body were Troubles of mind
And Brought unrequited thought
And I voiced my small voice
And dug calm nails in the listening wall
And I prayed aloud on the stage
And wove loathed acclaim for my name
From the fibres and the formulas
Of model material
United in one
Embodied as one Unit in a column
By hundreds and tens
Adding or subtracting
From the sullied and the saved
A man's icy fall to oblivion,
And I hear low "Resurrection Oh"
Weak platitude,
And all my gain is this loss
So losing came,
And hoping not
I devised my own unjust judgement
And a place with the former things
Not called to mind
How did my brothers
Congenial care
Become as air
As double honours
Stepped heavily from the stage
The announcement made.
What price on love?
There to sacrifice gentle histories
To fulfil the words of he who sighed
"By their fruitage will you recognise"
For my friends
That famous love of yours
Was weak
And I gaped at your cool efficiency
And at your own hearts'
Bloodless surgery
If angels beckon a second time
I will fall upon my face again
And then, I will ask
To be directed
Towards Christian love