even when…

even when

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

 

 

no expedient allegiance with faith…

knees sore from praying
thumbing for a new passage
for understanding
compromising with evil
but not one can be found

 

tithing catalyst…

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

 

once again three…

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

 

with the aim of compelling the surrender…

with the aim of compelling the surrender

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

could we rock the walls of jericho …

could we rock the walls of jericho

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

living faith…

living faith

when belief
becomes tangible
blood flows
through veins
in the same way
but
an invisible element
now pulses
with each heartbeat
not
measurable by
any
scientific means
but
all the same
real
there is
a calmness
and
peaceful demeanor
ever-present
that sense
that
someone
is holding
you close
each hour
of the day