The Cinema

There is something about the cinema
Sitting in the dark - observing
A cathedral ruined by multiplexes
I was raised by the ideals of the Duke
Never realizing he was directed by Ford
Values instilled at birth- God, Nation and Self
I long for ideals to worship
Jesus never signed with MGM

Long pews dimly lit
Waiting for the sermon to begin
Whatever became of the cinema?
Whatever became of the church?
Marketing is the key to films without faith.
“You’re Crazy”
“Ain’t it cool!”

The audience doesn’t lack faith
Searching for something sacred is a thankless journey
Blinded, adrift on the sea of the profane
God should direct, He’ll probably win at Cannes




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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