honey
mrs jones
is
so full of grace
she
can’t say
a harsh word
about
anyone
well
mr jones
is somewhat
of
an exception
but
that’s
just because
she loves him so much
that said
even those
lying ass racist politicians
in
washington
don’t
get
a reverse blessing
from
her
she just says
they must have
some
good in them
lord
there are times
when
i just want to shake
some sense
into
that woman
and
say
there ain’t no way
those
spawns of satan
have
one iota
of
goodness in them
and
don’t start up on me
with that
god’s gonna punish
the wicked stuff
cause
i don’t see
any reason why
the divine
is punishing
the rest of us
while
those fools
are above ground
his prayers never saved a single soul nor kept death from the doors of those he loved his devotions to the divine were his hopes offered to his beliefs not to any one god just a simple contract with himself so as to have a reason for awakening
heard those songs as a child usually accompanied on an out of tune piano back then no one noticed the dissonance perhaps true faith was rendered in choir voices which made everything sound wonderful a little of that water into wine thing years ago much of life was like that faith and youth combined to create beauty and happiness from an out of tuned world now days choirs have soundmen and music performers with electronic tuners attached to their gear a real band with drummers mimicking throbbing heart beats to which well dressed singers carry out choreographed dance routines not to say that some things weren’t choreographed before just seemed less commercial no t-shirts or cds for sale no back then it was all designed to get the best possible offering from the congregation to keep the lights on hard to sing when you’re cold and can’t see the hymnals as i recall there were a few times when folks didn’t take off their winter coats during services you might think of that as a subtle message from the divine about the congregation’s levels of tithing in any case if you happen to find yourself in a place of worship one of these days you might want to do a little comparing yourself
before the old man stood three altars on each altar was an offering to the right were the crushed bodies of parents’ children given to a nation’s pride to the left were prayer flags and written prayers offerings to man’s creation of god the center altar seemed empty but it was said that it held the souls of believers offerings to an unseen god offerings of a lifetime with no visible reward for the sacrifice made only what the heart has lead them to offer service to those in need
small lesions in faith have begun to expand the tissue of routine existence is beginning to show symptoms of damage dinner prayers are sometimes not said nightly devotions are rarely said on bended knees expressions of thanks to god cannot be heard above the wails of pain as shrapnel pierces the flesh it is difficult to believe when belief is under siege by mankind
play the music heard as a child melodies floating on summer hours while we foolishly stare into the sun daydreaming of loves to come stumbling forth sunblind onto tomorrow’s path eyes squeezed tight so as to refine the focus only to find the blindness to be permanent we cannot see evil so we continue to sing what many called foolish songs of faith wondering all the while if our voices could be heard inside the walls of heaven
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