the brown bag prophet
stood staring
at
the night sky
his breath
beneath
the
street lights
formed clouds
of
reflected doubt
for a second
he
held his breath
and
said
as he
viewed
the city’s
apartments
so many
empty prayers
offered
this night
words
said
without faith
just
an evening routine
an
offering
to the ears
of
children
or
parents
enforcing
some church mandate
or
for some
a loudly whispered
testimonial
of
their
undying belief
in
church protocol
offered
to
anyone
in earshot
said
as
convincingly
as
a two-year old’s denial
of
an act of mischief
but
the prophet
said
i
guess
it’s good
to
take out
an
insurance policy
every
now
and
then
especially when
uncertainty
rules
the heart
and
no actions
are
taken
to protect
the
innocent
Read Between the Minds 
Very nicely written, Charles. The words you chose accurately represent the thoughts that have been only vaguely formed in my brain.
Reblogged this on Walttriznastories's Blog and commented:
What have we become?
a bit like robots sprouting words that don’t connect to any brain – I feel the brown bag prophet’s concern 😏
Well expressed as always, Charlie.
human beings!