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open your prayer book
find that one gospel that says
that a man’s above
any of god’s laws and can
command the faithful to meet

 

not that i’m complaining…

now lord
i don’t want you
to take this
the wrong way
but
as they say
this growing old
ain’t
all it’s
cracked up to be
you see
here i am
with the woman
of
my dreams
and
hours upon hours
to be
with her
thanks to covid-19
but
there
appears to be
some
fine print
constraints
that
you
placed in
the
longevity contract
that
has made me
seriously
regret
those early years
of
abstinence

 

no questions please…

the tomb’s been sealed tight
politics over god’s son
money’s to be made
cadillacs to be paid for
so now preachers prefer cash
they prefer trump’s cash
over heavenly rewards
so when they’re preaching
they prefer you just listen
as if trapped in a sealed tomb

 

don’t shoot the messenger…

lord
someone
needs to repent
i’m
not sure
who
but
given
how things
are
going
i’m
certain
you’re pissed off
about
something
now
i know
you’re divine
and
all knowing
and
such
but
could
i make
a small
suggestion
and
please don’t
put me
in the same
category
as
uzzah
but
since
none of us
have
touched
the ark
couldn’t
you just
strike down
those
who’ve
got their fingerprints
all
over
the golden pot

 

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

 

the modern peter syndrome…

faithful church goers
talking ’bout others sins
but turn a blind eye
to all the president’s sins
thus denying their true god

 

spring #14…

a spring sunday
church youth choir
singing
at
a country church
wind dancing
though
the tall grass
along
a dirt road
smells of spring
and
birds’ voices
fill the air
it would appear
the best
songs
of
praise
are
outside
the church doors